"Mero," She announces, steps slow and careful. "Home of weirdly public showers, and breakfast-themed furniture."

Alice slips him a sidelong look as they walk.

"Hey — I've been meaning to ask. Ratchet. Small, furry, with the eyebrows."

She'd flutter a finger near her own for emphasis, if that wouldn't mean dropping the bottle. (Sans is about the same height, but that's hardly the point.)