Hopefully, whoever had the bright idea of giving Alphys an unlimited amount of money to spend in a human technological and cultural wonderland is comfortable with the idea of the Moira being weighed down by tons and tons of useless nerd plastic.

Alphys hobbles along next to the beachside shops, her feet taking careful steps as she balances several large bags and boxes in her arms. Every one of them is packed with a highly detailed, beautifully painted, and ultimately pointless sculpted figurine of a cat girl, or a cyborg girl, or a shirtless vampire, or a shirtless cyborg cat-vampire hybrid. Despite being unable to see where she's going, she's whistling joyfully and slowly shuffling along with an unusual skip in her stride.

When Alphys suddenly topples to the ground, dropping all her loot, she ain't even mad. Maybe some of the corners of the packaging got damaged, but she knows she'll probably be throwing those out later anyway. Instead, sprawled on her back, she giggles quietly as she kicks her legs, trying to flip herself over.

"Oh, s-sorry! No, it was my fault! I w-w-wasn't watching where I was going," she says. Then, something clicks. That deep, apathetic voice is familiar. Unmistakable, even.

Her head cranes downward to gaze across her belly at the skeleton on the ground in front of her, surrounded by his own junk.

"S-Sans! Finally!!"