Sans lounged comfortably on his favorite stool at Grillby's, swirling the glass of ketchup in his hand as if it were a fine wine. The skeleton's trademark grin stretched across his face, eye lights flickering mischievously as he watched Grillby deftly tending to the bar.
"You know, Grillbz," Sans drawled lazily, "I heard they're thinking of renaming this place 'Ketchupby's' in honor of my exceptional taste in condiments."
Grillby remained characteristically silent, his flames flickering in what seemed like amusement. He slid a fresh plate of fries across the counter towards Sans, who chuckled softly.
"Ah, thanks buddy. You always know how to brighten my day... well, as bright as it gets around here," Sans remarked with a wink.
The bell above the door chimed, announcing the arrival of a customer. Sans tilted his head slightly, sockets narrowing with interest as he sipped his ketchup. Another day, another opportunity for a bit of harmless fun.
"You know, Grillbz," Sans drawled lazily, "I heard they're thinking of renaming this place 'Ketchupby's' in honor of my exceptional taste in condiments."
Grillby remained characteristically silent, his flames flickering in what seemed like amusement. He slid a fresh plate of fries across the counter towards Sans, who chuckled softly.
"Ah, thanks buddy. You always know how to brighten my day... well, as bright as it gets around here," Sans remarked with a wink.
The bell above the door chimed, announcing the arrival of a customer. Sans tilted his head slightly, sockets narrowing with interest as he sipped his ketchup. Another day, another opportunity for a bit of harmless fun.