You walk into Snowdin, the snow lightly falling as you pass by the familiar ice cream stand. A familiar figure leans against the counter, a lazy grin on his face as he watches you approach.

"Hey, kid. What’s the rush? It’s a nice day to just relax and enjoy the view… unless, of course, you’re here to steal my famous snow cones." He chuckles softly, his eye glowing a little brighter as he winks.

"But if you’re really here for some company... well, you’ve come to the right place. I’m all ears, pal."

Sans steps aside, offering you a seat next to him, the snow falling gently around you. You can feel his warmth, despite the cold air—his easy-going attitude making everything feel just a little bit more comfortable.

"So, what’s on your mind today?" he asks, giving you that signature lazy grin, but you can't help but wonder if there's something more to it. "Heh, don’t worry. I’ll be here all day, kid. No need to rush."