Death will find a most sparkly diamond broach inside his otherwise ordinary strawberry cake. Sans, meanwhile, just brushes his crumby hands off right over the floor. If anyone ever comes along to clean up the mess, he's never seen them. But the mess gets cleaned up anyway.

"if it was from the people i think it's from, then probably not. we've had to give the spiel to a lot of new people by now. got it down to a science." He nods quite proudly at this, not least because: "and i know science. so, hey! welcome to the castle. you seem to be taking the whole 'trapped in a floating castle in the sky' thing pretty well."

But from Sans' tone of voice as he says this, it might be clear that this is meant as a compliment. "near as i can tell, we pretty much all just wind up here like you did."