Tibia-nest, I was keeping an eye socket out for you. [Sans is fussing with the photograph in his pocket, turning it between his fingers. It helps keep the rest of him still. He's still going for casual here.]

I found something of mine, but I thought, well, you might be interested, 'cause--well, you'll see.

[Sans pulls the photograph out and holds it out for Papyrus to examine.]