I asked Sorrow if the orchard could supply somethin' of the magic persuasion, but no dice. He ain't real fond of me, it turns out.

[Coupled with a wink. He looks over the last of the scattered remnants of machinery, scavenged from whatever surrounding buildings they might've already been to. Some of 'em could still be handy; he wouldn't know. Alphys is the expert, not him.]

You mind carryin' the rest to the lab? I was headin' back over there anyhow.

[Subtle? Not exactly. But at least it's sincere.]