...Guessing you don't remember which notes they were, then.

[Because that sounds potentially interesting, even if it's unlikely to pan out into anything.]

Sounds like enough for a melody, or a chord progression. I mean, if we're gunna have full scale musical mystery around here we may as well do it right-

[Just in time for Sans's manager, Nyla Mission, to lethargically come stomping by:]

"The only musical mystery is why you're messing around with all this stuff again..."

[Sans goes stiff for one moment, and then immediately becomes liquid again. Nyla leans on the back of the couch, giving Sans pile of mess a critical look. Then she looks at Luce. Sans shrugs.]

C'mon Nyla, look. We've got company. I'm on my break, is all.