Sans was better at being family than Mettaton, at least. Not as if that's hard... It's nice seeing him texting his brother happily again instead of doubting himself. Mission accomplished.

And... Oh! Strawberry ice cream? He nods his head, saving that information for later use. There has to be an occasion. Maybe a strawberry Starfait?? A. Strawfait?

Ugh, that's like three puns stacked on one another. That's two too many.

Ah. As nice as this bonding is, the sun seems really close to setting. He bounces his heel against the car's bumper, waiting for Sans to finish. "You about ready, darling? I wasn't kidding about those rehearsals."