(Eddie stares for a fraction of a second at that offered hand. How sanitary exactly were skeletons anyway? It's a thought he pushes out of his head. If he can grab at Richie's anything anytime when that kid was a walking, talking enigma of germs then he could handle this.

He grabs the hand (it's weird touching a skeleton, admittedly) and gets to his feet. He brushes his own shorts off.)

A field trip?

(What a use of a word. Field trips were virtually the funnest part about school and there's no denying the little light that comes into Eddie's eyes.)

Yeah it is. (He grabs a hold of his bike and then looks back at Sans before his bike.)

Hey. Want me to bike us there? Promise no coordination. You just stand on these- (He kicks the pegs with the tip of his shoe-) And then hold on my shoulders and tell me where to go. It's fun.