“ok, so what’s your favorite food?” sans asks as he scribbles your previous answer down on a notepad.
“Umm…” you pause for a moment, thinking back to memories of the surface. For the last few days, sans has been behaving even stranger than before. He’s been…careful with you. At first, when he visited you, he would sit down next to you quietly and drum his fingers on the floor. Once in a while, he would ask you a random question and nod to himself. His questions are still random, but they’re more frequent and he carries a notebook with him. “Sushi.” you answer simply.
He stares at you incredulously, “are you serious?”
You just shrug, “Yeah, I like it. I think it’s pretty good.”