Hey sans I get question for you! Do you still drink ketchup or did stop it for so long?
Sans let out an aggravated sigh, sending his daughter a lighthearted glare when she giggled.
“no, i don’t. end of story.”
“Daddy, you drink ketchup?”
“it was a joke, i was being weird for a laugh. ugh… you have no idea how long it took to clean all that crap out of my rib cage after i did that… worth it to see the look on frisk’s face, though, heh.”
Hey Aliza has your dad ever told you about a talking flower?
Aliza blinked, sending her father a glance. His face has hardened, his jaw locked, and his hands are clenched so hard his knuckles creak.
“Yeah, he’s warned me to stay away from any I see. Dunno why, though. Mama’s journal said the talking flowers were just plants. Eee… Eech-oo flowers. They copy your voice, like a party trick!”
Sans’ stony expression cracks at that, and a chuckle escapes him.
“echo, precious. eh-koh.”