"Linda." Sans hissed, extending his hand and resisting the urge to twitch when his bones made contact with her overly oily, hand sanitizer scented skin. "Late as always." He mentioned with a laugh.

"You can't rush perfection!" She laughed, just as dryly, twisting Sans' hand into an uncomfortable position. Sans took it without flinching. He knew all her tricks by now. "So, how's Fisk and the family?"

"Frisk and the family are all doing amazing." Not that'd she remember. Already Sans recounted the tale at least three times to her of the difficulty it was to gather all the paperwork, finances and resources that allowed them to not only have legal custody of Frisk, but to be considered human by law, to own their own expansive home where they could live together and advance their seemingly infinite lives. The fact that he was here right now was no small miracle. The fact that any of them were here right now was no small miracle. A big eight plus person family all coming together under one roof, to raise a child.

It wasn't easy, not in the slightest. Especially when dealing with people like Linda. All too obnoxious to normal people, much less to the physically different, sexually non-conforming and essentially 'anti-everyone who isn't an exact replica of me'.

"Good to hear." Linda said, the interest in her voice fading as fast as his patience for her.