Don't mind Líadan slowly dropping her eyes to the tragedy that is her poor, unwitting festival snack. It really does look more like monster food now. Maybe fishing bait for the deep ones? In either case, she'll be picking her eyes right back up and putting them on Sans.

"I haven't seen a monster vendor before," she begins, shifting the dog to one hand so she can mind the ketchup that's taken to blazing a trail down the other. "You're my first. I don't think monsters where I come from are anywhere near personable enough to be merchants and you likely wouldn't want anything they deigned to sell you if they were. That... is what you are, though, isn't it? You aren't that kind of monster, but you are a monster."

Although it seems strange to her that any race would choose that name for itself, but... does it carry a negative connotation if that simply is what you are? She doesn't know. She looks a little helplessly at Eichi before the after thought hits her and that's when her brows knit.

"What does zero-cal mean?"