[Scrutinizing the doll as if she was an item of great historical importance, Sans eventually hands it back to her with a satisfied nod. Clearly, the doll passed some sort of arbitrary inspection process and was now thoroughly designated Cool.]

Sounds like she should lip-stick to her own business. [He grins, kneeling down to be at her eye level. To be fair, he doesn't have to kneel that far.] I don't make a habit of siding against royalty, your highness.