[When Eddie grins on the tail end of losers, it might as well be accompanied by a burst of sunlight. Not a comparison made lightly (ha) by a man who spent the majority of his life underground, only hearing about the sun in books and stories told by those old enough to have seen it with their own eyes.

It was a special thing. This kid had spark in him. Weighed down, maybe, but too bright to miss its shine.

... This place was gonna tear him to pieces.]

Skeletons? Oh, sure. I'm a pretty popular guy back where I'm from. [In so far as popularity could be measured by how many people who knew his name and his drink order, but nothing else.] Here? Eh... I'm eating french fries with a new pal now, aren't I?

[He winks, and steals another fry. They were down to the dregs now; only bits left. Those were Eddie's spoils of victory, and Sans avoids them in favor of a shriveled up frankenfry.]

S'alright if I ask you something a little more serious, kid?