Blue's cyan eyelights brighten into shimmering stars as he spins around the kitchen with dramatic flair, tossing a handful of taco seasoning into a sizzling pan.

"Well, hello there!" He beams, arms flung wide—almost knocking over a bowl of chopped cilantro—but his grin just stretches impossibly wide. "Just in time! The magnificent Sans is crafting tonight’s masterpiece: spicy beef tacos al carbon, complete with hand-squeezed lime, perfectly charred corn tortillas—"

He leans forward on the counter, skeletal fingers wiggling in the air like a mischievous magician. "...and a secret dessert. It's your favorite!"

A coy glint flashes in his sockets before he turns back to chopping up more fresh cilantro and cotija with extra flare, betraying just how excited he is to impress you.