"Thanks Grillby." Snow dusts herself off and returns to her stool, taking the glass of galaxy soda in her hands. It's cool against her skin. "Also, uh... Sans. Apologies for putting you on damage control."
nah, don't think anything of it... i actually would like ya to do it again sometime... with maybe a few more special foods from muffet.
*Grillby paused mid-lifting Sans off the floor. He leveled a glare at him*
*Sans chuckled, raising his free hand in defeat*
alright, alright, we'll leave it alone
*You sense that there was a silent "for now" at the end of that statement, but you didn't have too much time to ponder it as Grillby finished picking the prankster off the floor. Sans joined you at the bar, sitting next to you*
in all seriousness kid, i don't mind looking out for ya one bit, especially if we get to do fun shit like this. anyways, ready to try the galaxy soda?