The moment Sans walked Frisk through the door, they were suddenly somewhere else. Stars blinked from the wide observation deck window, casting the entire room in the soft glow of starlight and instruments. Taking a seat on the floor, Sans motioned for Frisk to sit beside them.

"Figure we'll get more privacy this way." He took a breath, taking stock of the sky. It never got old, peering out through that inky blackness. Sans had no wishes to make, but he was grateful to the stars all the same. "Whenever you're ready."