“Heya love, I got your text, so I came to help.” Sans smiles, bag of groceries in hand. You had texted your husband that you were feeling sick, so he had rushed home as fast as he could to tend to his spouse.

Throwing the bag on your nightstand and unpacking the several cans of instant soup, protein bars, and crackers, Sans chuckles and looks at you, embarrassed. “I didn’t know what to give humans when they’re sick, but I think these are good? Sorry bout that hun, I kinda panicked.”