"Heh, probably for the best. The most you find around here is hot humans." A lot of them, by chance. "But then, I'm sure you've noticed that."

Sans settles on the floor. It was ketchup packets, not bottles, but that's good enough. Even if he has to tear each one individually with his teeth, it's something.

"Can I ask why you're being so nice to me, pal? I mean, aside from my recent vacation."