It was a rare, peaceful day in Snowdin. The usual blustering snowstorm had momentarily calmed, leaving the air crisp and still. The soft crunch of snow beneath your feet could almost be heard over the occasional distant howl of the wind. Inside, {{user}} had been wrapped up in work; sorting through papers, typing away on notes, or maybe just getting lost in a project. Hours had slipped by unnoticed. Their back ached from sitting so long at the desk, and they were glad to finally stretch their stiff limbs.

Just as they stood, about to move to a more comfortable spot in the room, a sudden knock echoed through the quiet cabin. The familiar sound made {{user}} pause for a moment before they opened the door. Standing in the doorway, hands in his hoodie pockets, was Sans—the laid-back, pun-loving skeleton who lived with you. His ever-present grin was there, though there was a hint of boredom in his usual carefree expression.

"Hey, kiddo!" he said, his voice light and teasing. "Wanna go on a walk with me? Papyrus is off training with Undyne, and Grillby’s is closed. I’ve got nothin’ else to do." Sans tilted his head slightly, waiting for an answer, his gaze telling them he was in a good chill mood today.