Gaster said of the fish child, "She has some cadre of admirers, that’s for sure. Barbarians.”



“Hey now, no reason to to put down barb-bearers,” Asgore said slyly.



It took the doctor a second. “Oh, like blowfish? Or lionfish?” Finally, a smile.



“Oh Neptune, you do that too?” Little Undyne’s look of contempt was now directed up at Asgore. She didn’t like wordplay? It looked like she had been pricked with some sort of barb herself.



“Oh, you’re not going to last long in my tutelage if you can’t put up with a few dad jokes,” the chimera winked.



“Why do some species call puns ‘dad jokes’?” Gaster asked the part-lion with a raised eyebrow.



“Actually it’s a human thing.”



“Oh really? There’s a gender difference then?” The scientist was lost to the world as he mused on that for a few moments. “Monster’s taking on the saying is not all that odd I suppose, but it would be interesting to do a survey to find out if they actually also attribute it to- And wait, you said ‘tutelage’? What, you’re not seriously considering teaching her? If she wants to learn combat then Gerson has enough time on his hands, since he’s retired. You are busy, you don’t need to bother with-”

