Up until now, Marian had been... well, not exactly enjoying the day, but at least was in a bit better mood. It's amazing what a good meal can do after months of eating from cans, and an extra quiche might stay good until tomorrow, so she'd come back around for seconds, about to head for the other side of the table, when she spots that bony visage further down. She's about to look away and just make an easy exit when... what is he doing? Ketchup?

Truly a monster.

But more seriously, the prospect of a skeleton eating actual food is bizarre. Even though she can only assume Sans doesn't exist by sapping the life from anything else around him, he's still the last person she'd expect to see with a loaded-down plate. Does it fall through him? is it just quote-unquote-magic?

Either way, with those thoughts running through her head, it's hard not to stare as the ketchup draws its saucy lines across the food.

"Are you.... g-going to eat that?" she can't help but ask, almost incredulously.