SANS [[ bonepranks ]]:
huh. somehow, sans didn’t really expect fib to want the joke explained to him. but the prospect fills him with a surprising pride. time to put his years of practice to good use. he’d learned all his good ones from gaster anyway. time for the student to become the teacher.
* heh, sure thing bud. * i’d be happy to show ya a thing or two. * we’ve got all night.
fib withdraws his hand and so sans moves his too, and the conversation returns to the other focus.
* mm. yeah. i know the feel. * i mean, it’s where you’re from. * if you have good memories there, it can be hard. * but also, starting over is good sometimes. * it’s nice to just… i dunno. * pack up and move somewhere new, where you don’t know anyone. * hard in the underground though, everyone knows everyone.
he laughs a little, picturing the moth playing in the cold white powder.
* you should totally come, it’s a lot of fun. * important to stay warm though, i’m told the snow can be quite bone-chilling, though i wouldn’t know.
another joke. he makes a mental note to circle back to that one later too.
* anyway, whatcha getting?
he looks down at the menu cast aside, and his own that he hasn’t even touched.
* the burgers here are awful, but they’re better than the rest of it, so.
Fib seems happy at the idea of having Sans teach him how the concepts of his jokes worked. This was actually the first time that anyone had actually offered to help him understand anything, without belittling him first. Which was certainly nice. The next thing he says though, makes the fae grow thoughtful and quiet. His antennae flicking forward ever-so-slightly for a moment, before he hummed. It did sound nice to move somewhere else and have some sort of change, even if temporary... After all these years, Fib had never really considered it until now... He’d never had many good times here to be reminiscent of anyways. His home life was never great. And most of his friends were long gone too, or had just, stopped talking to him for whatever reason... So other than his job... Why did he choose to stick around for this long? It was definitely something to think about-- But, maybe not for right now. When Sans speaks up again, Fib finally blinks out of his previous thoughts to look at him again. And when he realizes what he asked, he perks up a bit before giving a little snicker. “Yes, food not best... At least, that what Fib hear a lot.... I not know though, can not eat meats, so Fib always get the leaf plate.” He shrugged sheepishly.
By ‘Leaf Plate’, he’d really meant salad... But in his opinion, salad sounded like such a fancy word for a literal plate full of greens. “Mettaton’s place very fancy, but food is... Not best... And sometime hurts toes when you drop accidentally.”
He speaks from experience... Sure, most of his work duties were concierge-related, but he did have nights where he filled in here... It was never much fun.
“Fib favorite things to get here is sweets. They much better than the other foods, and sometimes, can find little Mettaton toy in them!” He’d actually almost choked on one of those before-- But maybe mentioning that right now wasn’t for the best.
