"Are you kidding? Pie is pie."

And food was food. Sans takes the offered slice, grinning down at it with a little more enthusiasm than usual. The pie makes its way halfway towards his mouth before he stops, looking back up at his friend.

"Y'know... I think this is the first time I've ever had your pie."

Considering how often they used to talk about cooking through the door, it's easy to forget the separation ever existed.