Yep, she was definitely cute. Especially when bolted up at his last comment, her face flushed and hair an absolute mess. Maybe adorable was a better word. An adorable, sleepy mess who, he noticed as she walked off, was still wearing his jacket. Sans merely chuckled and stood, cracking his bones as he stretched.

As every single bone was popped, Sans couldn't hear Papyrus call out for him to hurry up and fix his plate.

Once finished, the short skeleton meandered into the kitchen as well. He just stood in the doorway, watching while Paps took down the plates from one of the higher cabinets and handed one to Frisk.

Sans couldn't help but to smile as he watched her. His jacket, though not consuming her form like it did in the past, was still rather baggy on her. Funny, seeing as he was just a bunch of bones, but it always seemed to fit him perfectly. Although, maybe it wasn't so funny, after all, Sans ate a lot.... More than any monster should need in one day. 

But all that intake didn't get by without consequences.

Every time Sans had a meal or snack, the food converted into magic, and when he had a surplus of that magic, it would sometimes make his bones swell, primarily his ribcage. Sadly it did nothing to boost his energy levels, but that was alright. If he were anymore active than he was right now, he might just deflate.

Shrugging it off, Sans grabbed a plate from Papyrus and moved into line for their small buffet. He snagged the two nearly black pieces of toast, two of the most "well done" pieces of bacon, and only a small amount of scrambled eggs since they actually seemed to be perfectly cooked.

It was a small habit he'd gotten into since Frisk began staying with them. Sans would take the nearly inedible portion of whatever Paps made for himself and let the other two enjoy their meals. It didn't bother him, seeing as it was only a few out of his many meals during the day.

Moving back to the couch, Sans plopped down lazily and began to pile his food into a sort of burnt breakfast sandwich. He licked the crumbs and butter from each bony fingers before taking a bite, more crumbs scattering all over him and his plate. He didn't seem to mind though as he continued on with his meal, his chest glowing every so often as his food digested into magic.

Once finished, the stout skeleton let out a content sigh and propped his feet on the coffee table. Paps was giving him an annoyed glare, but didn't say anything about it.

"SO, DID YOU BOTH SLEEP WELL?"

Sans peeked a lazy grin to Frisk,"Yep, best sleep I've had in a long time, what about you, kid?"