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[skelebro]

[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.]

Oh, uh. Gee, Papyrus. You shouldn't have.

[beautyis]

Well! It is only right that my most favorite brother will be the first to test my latest efforts as a spaghettatore!

[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.]

[skelebro]

[All right, all right. He can do this for Papyrus. Much as it'll, uh, bellyache. Good thing skeletons don't have digestive tracts.

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.