[With a harrumph, Papyrus adds the ketchup to the pot as well. Like half the bottle this time. He leaves the tomato stems in there, whoops. The noodles have been done for a while, so they sit alone in another pot. He stirs the sauce, adds some random herbs and spices (got to eat your greens!), and stirs and stirs some more.
Eventually, he decides it's cooked enough, and prepares the now-cold noodles and ketchup-tomato sauce together and serves it on a plate dropped into Sans' lap.]
[Oh geez. What a, uh...interesting melange of smells and spices this meal looks like. Sans grins up at his brother irreverently as he silently pleads with whatever gods of culinary creation there might be that he does not have to eat the entire thing in front of his brother.]
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Eventually, he decides it's cooked enough, and prepares the now-cold noodles and ketchup-tomato sauce together and serves it on a plate dropped into Sans' lap.]
Bone appetit, you villain!
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Oh, uh. Gee, Papyrus. You shouldn't have.
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[His annoyance with his brother fades as he becomes truly excited for Sans to taste test the spaghetti, smiling at him expectantly. Eat up, Sans.]
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He munches down a forkful. And, uh...something...definitely crunched in there. Spaghetti ain't supposed to crunch, is it?]
Wow, bro. [That sentiment, at least, is utterly sincere.] Don't think I've ever tasted somethin' like this before.