“Just the usual please.” Sans rests his head on the counter, backpack slung over his shoulder and laptop in his hand. You were lucky enough to have the Royal Scientist as a regular at your small coffee shop. Tired as always, the skeleton would come to your shop to rest and refill himself.

He sighs as he opens an eye socket to look at you before mumbling. “I’d also like a coffee cake too, or something. Don’t- don’t ask what’s up, it’s just work.”