[ At least the worst of the mess is taken care of -- leaving a bunch of stained, crumpled napkins on the bar for the 'tender to deal with -- but Sans? Sans takes one look at Gladio...

And starts laughing. Not just any low huffs, chuckles from a skeleton too tired to do anything more boisterous, either, but something a little higher and more ridiculous. Sans is genuinely tickled. ]

Your face!

[ Another moment and he's sinking his weight onto his arm, relaxing into the fist propping his skull up. ]

Man, that's never gonna get old. And yeah. It's fine.

[ He directs his eye lights back to his drink, where he stops stirring his drink with a finger to explain. ]

Just givin' it a little magical juice. Makes it go down easier, instead of, y'know. Right through me.