Oh god. "Don't encourage her," Danse grumbles, even as he continues to eye the spread. Anything like cream cakes over here? He's probably take those too, on top of the two sweets that Sans is holdings out to him. Danse glances at the candies and frowns thoughtfully.

"These are...I've seen pictures of them. But I'm not sure what they're names are. Do you pop these into your mouths and run your tongue over them? How do they taste like?"