Welp, since you've mustard up a sense of generosity in me, guess you can have this on the house.

[ The salesman extends that squeeze bottle, his thumb flipping the top away. Hey, he was really saving this for later, but... nah. Bearing witness to someone's first, uh?? Culinary experience?

Sounds a helluva lot more entertaining. ]

Squeeze out some of this on top, pal. Mayo be you'll like it.

[ She might not even get the condiment puns, seeing as this might just be her first foray into that whole food consumption business, but eh, habits die hard.

So Sans waits, leaning heavily against his ramshackle counter with a squeeze bottle hanging from bony phalanges, grinning expectantly at this strange... okay, assuredly not human, but maybe? Built? Built to look like one?

Hell if he knows, that can come later. ]