[Sans holds his expression steady as Papyrus stumbles over his words a little, but he can't help the little twist in his smile when Papyrus mentions surgeons. He stuffs his hands into his pockets, ignoring the stinging pain of his left, still kind of badly-bandaged hand at the motion, and shrugs as casually as he can.] Sure, we can get those. They've got 'em at the grocery store. Hey, apples grow on trees, right? We could put one in the yard.

[Sans has no idea at all how long it takes to grow an apple tree, except "probably a long time".]