[ McCree doesn't comment on the rolls, but it does make his lips twitch with a smile. Seeing how these guys owe Sans and McCree their lives, the very least they can do is buy some cinnamon rolls. ]

Yeah, and you can buy me a drink if we end up somewhere with a bar.

[ With the last of the yarn cut away, the dwarf books it out of there, keeping it a secret whether or not he'll be indulging in rolls or creating a tab for McCree later.

With that out of the way, McCree straightens back up and looks to the forge before letting out a whistle. ]

As soon as we cut all that off, it's gonna have the ends snapping around like crazy, isn't it? All that tension released.