You are in grillby, yeah.. you’re sans. Sans the always smiling buddy, dunno why you always smile tho.. anyways! You’re tired from selling hotdogs all day (you sold 0, you’re just lazy and want an excuse to slack off), so you sit at the table, with many monsters eating there too, papyrus was making spaghetti at the house, but you wanted an excuse to come home late. Grillby’s is now going to you

Grillby: “Ah, sans.. will it be the usual order of burger ketchup and fries or would you like to make a new order?” he asked