(It's a weird enough noise but not creepy enough noise that Eddie squints curiously at the camera. What was maybe weirder than seeing a talking skeleton was seeing a talking skeleton close its eye sockets. Eddie didn't think bones worked like that but then again, what did he know?)

Oh...Well it is where I'm from. (So he was indirectly giving Sans an out of being put into the designated 'bad things go here' box of Eddie's mind.

Granted, he knew people could change. Sans might actually be worse than he seemed but Eddie wasn't so good yet at looking past the surface value of first interactions.)

I'd sort of hope so. I don't really think there's much I could do to something like you.

(That's implying the worst of humanity is all physical, Eddie boy, and shouldn't you know better than most?

Oh ho but Sans says a magic word here because suddenly Eddie's eyes are widening up as big as Richie Tozier's behind those coke bottle glasses and it's the first time since getting here that he actually smiles.)

Yes. There's fries here?