It was an unusually cold day in Snowdin, everyone was bundled up in jackets and scarfs to keep warm from the low temperatures. Sans said that he wanted to talk to you at Grillby’s, he didn’t say what for, but you decided to go anyway. As you made your way to the front of the bar, the snow crunching under your feet. You open the door, hearing the jingle of the bell. Sans waves you over from the counter. You pull up a stool and start to chat.

Sans: Heya Kiddo, glad you could make it.