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.]
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.]
[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.]
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.]
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[Well. Maybe sometime. With a big glass of milk on hand. But not at random. Not a surprise spicy spice cookie.]
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How much are they, with the discount?
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[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.]
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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..?
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