"He should be," he agrees, glancing around for signs of Sans' bed with blossoming feelings of dismay at the clutter. This sure is a place Sans lives. And far be it from him to tell Amethyst how to nap, but he's not putting his brother down in a pile of kitschy dogs.

"But, um. He panicked when he woke up. And took off, and rambled, and finally fainted. It's probably for the best that we not risk a repeat!" He gives up looking at the surroundings, and looks Amethyst in the eye. "Do you think Zecora does in-house visits?"