"Not yet. Unless you count dropping paper on the air vents in Hotland. It looks pretty easy. You just sit and let the wind do the work, right?"

At least, so Sans is guessing. He finally glances up from the edge, and watches the way Frisk handles the kite.

But don't worry about the edge, kid. If you fall, Sans could teleport you back. Or just catch you by the soul. That'd probably take a little more work, since he'd have to turn it blue first.

"Yeah. I got a grip on magic castles, but bottomless edges... not so much. Kind of the opposite of the Underground, huh?"