Once the two shifters had bought the necessary supplies, they had gone to a car and driven off. Neither of them spoke, and the silence was starting to worry Sans as he stared around the small box he shared with his brother, who he still hadn't let go of. Papyrus, after his initial scare, returned the tight embrace eagerly.

'So, Jay,' Comrade began, clearing his throat as he turned to the driver, 'You spent a lot of money today.'

'Yep.'

'Using Ashley's card, I assume?'

'Yep.'

'She's probably going to kill you for that.'

'Probably.'

'And… you don't care.'

'Not at all, my dear Watson!' That made the younger boy laugh.

'You are absolutely nuts.'

'Nah, I just know that she won't mind,' Jay argued, snickering, 'When it comes down to it, she's a big, fuzzy pushover.'

'A big, fuzzy pushover, that has commanded an army for decades and has more kills on her belt that any solders in the whole human military.'

The two shifters lapsed into an awkward silence. The skeleton brothers glanced at each other, unsure of what to make of it. Sans prayed they'd never have to deal with that particular shifter.

The box shifted slightly when the younger shifter glanced down at the holes poked into the lid of the box.

'So, what possessed you to get the other skele?' He questioned.

'I don't know,' The older one mused quietly, 'I suppose we just couldn't separate them.'

Did he just say "we"?

'Well, now that we're talking 'bout these two, what should we call them?'

'Bones.'

'No,' The answer was instant and forceful, 'You're not naming one after a TV show!'

'Oh, no fun,' Jay groaned teasingly, 'How about Skeletor?'

'That's a cartoon villain.'

'Jack Marrow?'

'No.'

'Cal C. Iam.'

'Jay, stop. Those aren't even funny!'

'Ya know, at this rate, I'm just gonna settle for Fluffy one and two.'

Like hell you are!

'Sounds like a name Lenny would come up with.' That made the older one pause.

'Oh god, your right! I'd never let myself stoop to that level of evil!' He said dramatically, then snickered, 'But really, did you think I'd actually call them that? That's cruel. I'd never.'

'I was thinking something like Cardinal.'

'So we're not doing TV shows, but bird names instead.' Jay mused, humming quietly.

'Well, there's Bluebird, I guess…'

'That the best you can come up with,' Jay teased, 'besides, sounds like a girl name.'

The two were silent. Sans looked through one of the holes, where he could see Jay driving the car. There was a thoughtful look there, then the eyes flashed over to the box.

Sans froze.

They were shifting between red, blue, black and white.

'Blue Jay.'

'Cardinal and Blue Jay, huh?' Comrade murmured, smiling fondly, 'I like it.'

Papyrus shook his brother, a concerned look on his face as he tried to see what had spooked him. Sans quickly forced a grin.

'sorry, don't worry about it.'

'AT LEAST THEY DIDN'T GIVE US STUPID NAMES,' Papyrus signed, then scowled, 'OR SETTLE WITH PUNS!'

Sans felt a grin form. Papyrus glared at his brother.

'NO.'

'well, bro…'

'STOP!'

'I found it all pretty–'

'DON'T YOU DARE!'

'punny!'

Even if Papyrus couldn't speak, he let out a loud scream at his brother's use of puns.