...Well. You haven't... actually invited me to have any. Or pointed out that I could wait til later.

[Y'know, like Papyrus had done. He's thinking more about this thought process back then than he cares to at all, trying to remember the ways he'd schemed to get food into people... But Sans really isn't doing any of them. He takes a deep breath, which mostly involves his internal fans kicking up as his indecision leads to things heating up. Maybe... Maybe it's time.]

S-So... So... maybe, just. Put a slice aside. For... in a day or two. When I confirm if you seem... okay.