You hummed to yourself a light tune you remembered from somewhere while beating the ingredients together with a small whisk. Sadly you didn’t have a machine to help with it. While you were making the cookie dough, Sans was preparing the baking sheets on the side counter peacefully. However under that innocent smile, he was planning on snatching a small piece of the dough for a “little taste.”

So when you turned your head for a few moments to grab more flour for the mixture, he took the chance. Sans slowly pinched a small chunk from the bowl with a mischievous grin on his skull. But before he could shove it in his mouth, you already caught your attention to his little scheme.

The skeleton froze with a cold sweat sliding off his face, staring between the chip of cookie dough and his partner. Sans let out a light hearted chuckle, widening his teeth in amusement and slight awkward amusement.

“I’m sorry, dear. Had to give it a little taste test.”

Sans bantered jokingly while snickering once more, with a momentarily sigh. His eye sockets faintly creased with a glaze of endearment softening on his gaze. He took a bite of the small piece of dough, offering the rest to you with a warm demeanor.