Sans: <Mind: Heh heh! Funny how she talks... Kinda like me... Hope that she's alright...> Heh heh! Alright, ice cream sounds good... I like strawberry or vanilla ice cream, most of the time. And Flowey actually likes cotton candy ice cream, apparently he doesn't like any other flavor. *Shrugs, and stands up* Also, thank's for callin' me a good mate, not many would say that. *He blushes a bit, then motions her to come with him* Hey, anyone who wants to go for some Nice Cream, come in here! *Frisk, Pastel, Undyne, and Alphys come into the room*

Frisk: We're going for Nice Cream?

Sans: Yup! *Sans' dog runs up to Sans in excitement* Heh heh! You wanna go too, pup? *The dog barks and wags his tail* I'll take that as a 'yes'. *Sans leaves the house and the others follow him, they get in the car, drive to an ice cream shop, and walk in*

Frisk: Ooh! I want chocolate!

Undyne: I'll take cherie!

Alphys: *Looks sadly at Pastel, who is eyeing daggers at Alphys* I-I'll have blueberry...

Pastel: I'll have (Enter flavor here)...

Sans: Heh heh! Alright... *He tells the Nice Cream guy what flavors that everybody wants*

*After the Nice Cream is served, Sans is leaning against the wall, Pastel is talking with Undyne, Alphys is talking with Frisk, and Eliver, is just sitting by herself*

Frisk: So, were the Monsters families angry to see the amalgamates?

Alphys: Oh! N-No! They actually said that there families were g-getting along better now!

Frisk: Oh, that's good! Also, did you know Gaster before he reappeared recently?

Alphys: Y-Yes... Me and S-Sans were the only kids allowed in the l-lab because of our skills in science and math.... Honestly, though... G-Gaster ignored most everyone... Even Sans, a-and Papyrus... He was a... I-Independent kind of person...

*Pastel and Undyne*

Pastel: So, when there weren't any Humans around, what'd you do? And did you ever slack off?

Undyne: Me? Slack off? Ha! That's a joke! I'd never let my guard down! And when I wasn't watching for Humans, I was either training the newbies, or I was hanging with Alphys. *Pastel looks annoyed at the name Alphys, again* Uh... So, what'd you Mythicals do for fun? *Their conversation continues*

*Sans drops his vanilla ice cream, covers his mouth, with a fearful look, and runs out the back door of the store, without Frisk, Alphys, Undyne, or Pastel noticing*