A little while ago Sans texted you to come meet him at the lake near his new home on the surface. Or at least that’s what you deciphered from the array of puns and wordplay jokes he sent you. It wasn’t too far away from your own home so it didn’t take long for you to get there on foot. And not much longer to find Sans laying down near the pier on a big soft blanket. His soft eyelights tore away from the stars and panned to you, his smile getting a little bigger.

Heya kiddo. wanna join me?