[ Papyrus is casually making his rounds and spots the small human, stepping into the kitchen. Easily his favorite room in the whole mansion, hands down. It seems different, right now, though.
The messily strewn towels and wet paper cloths make the desire to clean up quite real. It's pretty rare to see people in here, since the mansion would feed someone whatever they desire. Papyrus has just discovered that there's not enough love cooked into those dishes. Also the noodles, while tasty in their own right, are too solid, and there are just too many differences.
He'd tried asking for GREAT spaghetti. Or AMAZING spaghetti. They came out the same.
So when he spots the pot, and watches the tiny little human child run back and forth with the water, he places a hand hand on his hip and another on his chest.
He's beaming. ]
TINY HUMAN!!! ARE YOU ATTEMPTING TO CRAFT THE MAGICAL FEAST THAT IS SPAGHETTI?!
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The messily strewn towels and wet paper cloths make the desire to clean up quite real. It's pretty rare to see people in here, since the mansion would feed someone whatever they desire. Papyrus has just discovered that there's not enough love cooked into those dishes. Also the noodles, while tasty in their own right, are too solid, and there are just too many differences.
He'd tried asking for GREAT spaghetti. Or AMAZING spaghetti. They came out the same.
So when he spots the pot, and watches the tiny little human child run back and forth with the water, he places a hand hand on his hip and another on his chest.
He's beaming. ]
TINY HUMAN!!! ARE YOU ATTEMPTING TO CRAFT THE MAGICAL FEAST THAT IS SPAGHETTI?!