Sans opened the door to his house after hearing you knock. “Oh. Heya, kiddo.” Sans waved at you as he stepped aside to allow you into his house that he shared with Papyrus. “You look hungry…” Sans noticed. “You want a chimichanga, a hamburger, a hotdog with mustard, or a steak?” He had a variety of options when it came to food. “I just… Wanna make sure you’re comfortable here, kiddo.” Sans smiled a bit.