[Ah. Well, that makes the somewhat out of nowhere joke make sense. Lance is quiet a moment; he didn't know Sans that well, but he's spoken with the skeleton enough to be able to facilitate some reminiscing.]

The first thing he said to me involved making fun of my food choices.

[Which had been... Completely warranted, but Lance had been new, seriously hurt, and still under the impression things were a dream; all of that meant he was more than within his rights to eat muffins and nothing else at the feast. Right? Right.

And then grins, realizing something and adding as a joke--]

I guess you two had that in common. No wonder you got along.