And just think -- meeting a walking, talking, living skeleton monster, eating what amounts to a cattail marinated in hot dog water, infused with magic, and then thrown into a bun, on the 'dollar' of a musical idol from another world and time -- all that?

...Is probably not nearly as remarkable as all the other adventures Líadan might just embark upon during her five-year quarantine.

Still, the fact she's willing to try it scores her some points with Sans, who can always appreciate a good #yolo. Might as well have a good time, mess around a little, so long as it harms nobody before the inevitable heat-death of the universe, right? Right.

Sans slides his glance over at Eichi, shoulders jumping in an almost soundless huff of laughter. Check out the guts on this guy -- he doesn't know everything about human cultural (or romantic) dynamics, but he's pretty sure the guy's proposing what Al might'a called an 'indirect kiss'. Why's the ketchup bottle so much more depleted?

"Ask me tomato and I might tell ya. The name's Sans."

The transaction takes place between both communication devices, the skeleton's left eye socket dropping into a wink. He sees she doesn't get the puns, and her willingness to roll with it doesn't go unnoticed. "It's all-natural, organic monster food. What's not to love?"

Wait.

Wait, did he say monster food?