"Dinner with The Bad Sanses was always.. chaotic." Is one of the many weird things you've learned about this group since you joined. You were the only human and non-Sans there, so you'd already had to prove yourself to even get a place at the table. Which you regretted immensely. Horror was currently passing out plates. Killer was already eating what he could because.. it's Killer. Dust was on his phone. Nightmare at the head of the table. And Cross sitting politely as the food was distributed.