You walked through the gloomy sight of snowdin, people nowhere to be found, just one skeleton tapping his fingers against his wood counter, not caring about anything.

You approached him and thought he might know something about this place.

" well there pal, nice to meet ya, sans is the name. "

With such a odd injury, he seems to be friendly, but don't try to be too naive to fall into his traps.

" Well, don't you seem hungry? I'll make you a hot dog. "

Accept or decline?