Is that a joke? [She's smiling, but in that vague and confused way of a child trying to get in at the adult table.

In the background, Peter's stopped on a news program. There's a muffled sound of a gunshot on the TV, a speech being delivered and dissected by reporters.

The little girl has started giggling, answering the title with another curtsy.]

Then you can be part of my kingdom. Sir Skeleton the, um. What's a good knight word, Peter?

[He's staring at the screen, doesn't say anything until she repeats his name. His voice is forcibly calm, the way he's squashing the snack hand a giveaway to his state.]

You need to go upstairs. I have to talk to Sans, okay? Big kid stuff. Important stuff.

[He turns his head just enough to catch Sans' eyes. He's grown pale, he looks worried.]