Sans seemed somewhat surprised. "oh, uh, thanks kiddo." He spoke, accepting the item with a grateful nod.

Frisk smiled. *your welcome. Oh, open the bottle. Unscrew the cap.*

Sans lifted a brow, but complied.

Snakes flew out of it, squeaking and hissing.

Frisk giggled. *scare you?*

Judgeing by his posture, it had. After a second of stunned silence, he collected himself, screwed the cap back on, set the bottle down, and clasped his hands together, eyesockets going dark. "is that revenge for the whole thing that went down in the forest?" He looked up and winked. "because if so, well played. maybe one day you can 'ketchup' to my level."

Frisk simply grinned and said, *open it back up and remove the snakes. Look at the bottom.*

Sans grinned broadly. "nah, no. you're not getting me with the same gag twice in a row."

Frisk rolled her eyes, took the bottle, dumped out the snakes, and showed Sans the bottom.

There was a tiny Echoflower in a patch of dirt, and it was repeating the ketchup joke over and over.

Frisk burst out laughing.

*You've met all his standards.

Sans joined right in. "haha! oh, oh man, you've done me proud, kid."
"OH MY DOG. HUMAN, MUST YOU ENCOURAGE HIM?" Papyrus groaned from the other room.
"aw, lighten up bro," Sans chuckled, picking up one of the cheap snakes. "besides, it's pretty 'hiss'-terical."
The dog yapped in agreement.

Frisk laughed all the harder.