"Of course." Sans pulls a bottle of ketchup out of his jacket. It's something from home--real, proper monster food. Well, real, proper monster condiment. He's been trying to ration himself, but he's never been good at that sort of thing. "I couldn't enjoy something like this nearly as much if I couldn't taste it."

And he takes a swig directly from the bottle. None of it drips through, judging by the lack of ketchup stains on his outfit or the floor. Monster food converts perfectly to energy immediately.

"It's harder if the food's solid, though."