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[ribticklers]

It can make things crazy spicy. But only if you change it to that. [This does mean Sans can sell basically the same product in multiple ways though.]

[spaghettimonster]

Ohhh. [Well, it sounds like Sans is at least adding something to the things he's selling. Contributing some kind of improvement that makes the profit a little bit justifiable. Maybe not the utter criminal Papyrus was starting to suspect.

But in the name of that suspicion, and laying some ground rules, he has to say:] Sans. Don't give me spicy cookies.

[ribticklers]

Can't take the heat? [Listen, he had to say it.] It's cool, spice is optional.

[spaghettimonster]

And I'm optioning no for the rest of time!

[Well. Maybe sometime. With a big glass of milk on hand. But not at random. Not a surprise spicy spice cookie.]

[ribticklers]

I'll give you a discount on the regular ones. [Sibling discount. Not free.]

[spaghettimonster]

[Papyrus looks at Sans, glances at the coins on the table, then considers his brother with a lingering skepticism.]

How much are they, with the discount?

[ribticklers]

One G. [This may be how he got to 1000 in two months.]

[spaghettimonster]

Really? [Somehow, the answer is better than he'd been expecting. That's more than one cookie sale on the counter. Incredible.] Well! Don't leave me hanging. One toasty warm cookie, please.

[It's just a second to grab a coin out of his own pockets and offer it. The better to really test his brother's character.]

[ribticklers]

[Sans pulls a package of cookies out. And, well, sure, he might charge, but...] First one's free.

[spaghettimonster]

It's all about hooking repeat customers, huh... [He doesn't immediately pocket that coin, in case it's worth buying a second. Instead he carefully plucks one cookie out with his other hand, holds it near his face, as if to sniff, and takes a careful test bite.]

[ribticklers]

[It's a really good cookie! It never stops being warm and soft.] I've always got those around. It's not big deal sparing a few for free. [Sayori likes them. Sans can't remember a lot of details about her yet, but some things have come back.]

[spaghettimonster]

[This is a comfortable, enjoyable cookie experience. 10/10, would and very well may recommend.]

Oh. I would like that! [He laughs softly: a small nyeh heh.] Why did I feel, so much, like you were going to slip me a spicy one..?

[ribticklers]

[Sans shrugs.] Dunno, 'cause if I did it now, you'd totally expect it.

[spaghettimonster]

Yeah, that makes sense... [Hesitantly. Stiltedly. Why is it that he expects his brother to not make sense? Well. Even if his mind refuses to answer the questions it raises, at least he has this cookie. Nibble.]