As Toriel asked if he wanted some pie, the skeleton gave a mock look of apall and placed an exaggerated hand over his forehead(something he did quite often when Frisk was younger to make her laugh). "If ya insist, then who am I to deny your hospitality", he cooed in the most cheesy stab at elegance that his lazy bones could muster.

Secretive as he was, Sans would be lying if he said Toriel didn't know the way to his soul, and that was his stomach. As gluttonous of a creature as he was, it never seemed to bother anyone, not that he would care if it did. Yes Paps would get on his case about it every once in a while, but he knew his brother was just trying to look out for him as best he knew how.

It was sweet, and Sans never could muster up the energy to be upset with him about it(not that he ever would be).

Looking to Frisk again, this time Sans didn't advert his gaze. He'd calmed down enough that his cheeks were their normal bone white, and his soul had calmed to its normal lazy buzz. Maybe knowing that Tori was a mother hen over Frisk made him more nervous. After all, when the girl had talked about moving in with the skeletons, Toriel had been pretty against it at first, but after a nice, long, calm round of threats directed at Sans, the old queen seemed alright with the idea.

Man, those first few months had been busy. Papyrus had spent an entire day dedicated to cleaning every nook and cranny of their house, firstly because 'a young lady shouldn't live in such conditions', and secondly because Tori was over every single day.

It wasn't that she didn't trust them, she was just being a mother. Sans could appreciate that, seeing as he did pretty much the same for Papyrus. Anytime Paps wanted to go to someone's house for the night, the shorter skeleton always made sure to leave a list of do's and don'ts. And if what was on the don't listen was done, then there was hell to pay.

"She's still just as doting on you as ever, huh kid? Ya think she might let up on it a bit since you're older now, but...", he didn't continue, just left the statement open and alive with possibility. Something he was notorious for.

He was never one to judge, but sometimes he realized the way he worded things was a bit.. harsh. Unintentionally so, but still. Sans knew without thinking he could easily hurt someone's feelings and have no clue what he'd done wrong. However, he'd been working on it, and while he did have slip ups every now and then, he was doing much better with it now.