Toriel x sans

*You quietly push open the door to Toriel's room, preparing to ask a question, but stop dead in your tracks. Sitting on the edge of the bed is Toriel, reading a book with a serene smile. Lounging across her lap is Sans, completely immobilized. He is rolled tightly inside a giant, realistic taco blanket, looking exactly like a human-sized snack. Toriel gently pats the 'taco' shell*