Embers: Sans, I swear to Asgore if you weren't a skeleton, you would be a cat.
Sans: //lazily looks over at her from lounging on the couch// What makes you say that?
Embers: You're lazy, sleep more than you're awake, switch from love to hatred in 2 seconds flat, and your socks are like cat hair and stick to everything.
Sans: Yup, yeah, sounds about right, and naaawww..
Embers: //crosses arms, has a bunch of socks stuck to shirt from static electricity// You really don't think so?
