The only open seats were next to each other. So he hid his phone under his desk so that he could look at Frisk and remind himself why he was here in the first place. Otherwise, Linda would have to dodge more than just her responsibilities as a mother.
"Now, onto the subject at hand. Recently, teachers have complained that there is not enough time in the day to teach all the material; this isn't something that nessacarily is the fault of you all, or the teachers or students, but any suggestions or ideas for improvement would be appreciated."
The rest of the table was ceremoniously silent as Linda began her suggestion.
"Well," Linda said, pretending to be as sheepish as she could. "If certain students were somehow encouraged by particular parents that their literal voices were important, we could save time in the class room by not having them waste time signing."
"Yes, most certainly Linda." Sans said, mocking her mannerisms. "And if certain students got off their all too copious amounts of behind and did something with their lives and brains instead of having their mommies do all their work for them while they wasted their youth away, we wouldn't have to keep teaching them the same things every year."
"Are you implying something?"
"Not at all." Sans got up from the table. "Now, if you'd excuse me I have to hit the bathroom. Linda's lemon squares sure do have a way of making that happen!"