[Open] working your fingers to the bones, cause nobody loves you when you're gone

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

Who: Papyrus, Sans, and YOU!
When: March 12th and onwards
Where: Medbay
What: Papyrus had a really bad idea that nearly got himself and Sans killed. Sans put out a call for help. This log is for the general followup/aftermath.
Warnings: Broken bones and hearts, cracked skulls, life draining, will add more if necessary.

((OOC Note: The translator event will affect the skeletons, so anyone tagging in on the 13th will be in for a lively game of charades!))

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[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

"But it's not very serious!" He doesn't want to lie down, not yet, and he pretends not to see her gesture. "It's not as bad as... it could have been," the last part of the sentence comes out almost with an air of admitting defeat. People did try to warn him, Peridot and Starflight and others who caught him outside that door. There had been injuries, even a death or two. Even very strong people had been scared of Palatino, and now he had a better understanding of why.

"I suppose unique is one way to put it."

[inruins]

Pretending seems to be a shared family trait. "Papyrus. Please, rest." It is less a suggestion at this point. Her voice is still soft, but she isn't offering much room to argue.

"It is... about the best way to put it now. It is a complicated situation." She isn't here to guilt the younger monster about what happened, she can guess he'll do well enough on his own with that. "I wanted to ask if you would like a specific kind of pie. As a get well gift."

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

Papyrus didn't have a mother, or at least not one he can still remember, but Toriel's tone is unmistakable. There's no arguing the point, and even though he feels restless, he settles back down and pulls the covers up with his good hand.

He does perk up at her offer though. It's a good distraction from how all-around awful he feels.

"Really? Wowie! Of course, all gifts would be welcomed by the great Papyrus! But what... sorts of pie are there?"

He's seen one before, of course, he just mistook it for a badly-made quiche.

[inruins]

His compliance takes some tension out of the boss monster's shoulders, relaxing a little now that the younger monster was resting.

The shift of discussion is a relief. Easier for both of them in the long run at least. Papyrus is likely in for scolding from the rest of the ship given his predicament. Toriel doesn't want to add onto it unless she needs to. Papyrus could be a foolhardy young man, but Toriel knows he isn't stupid.

She smiles more warmly back at the skeleton as she speaks. "Well, I intended to make you a pie myself, so I can make something you like. Ah, fruit pies, savory pies- the sky is the limit for flavors." She rested her hands on her knees, continuing. "I thought of making you a blueberry pie or apple pie."

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

So many flavors! That actually does sound nice. He's aware that somebody shoved monster food into his jaws at some point, but he hasn't eaten lately and Toriel's offer is tempting.

He's never been one for sweets, but she did say she could make other kinds. He considers for a moment before brightening a little. "Oh, I know! Are there spaghetti pies?"

[inruins]

Somehow she isn't surprised. The thought of making a pie full of spaghetti was an odd one.

"There is a sort of layered pasta with a pie consistency. It is called lasagna." She offers simply back, hoping to gently derail any outright want of spaghetti pie. "The same flavor of spaghetti with more cheese and the like."

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

"You think you could make... a lasagna? Really?" He looks genuinely impressed. "I used to make it myself, back home, but that cavernous-mawed canine would always steal it before I could eat any!"

He lowers his voice; the two annoying dogs that have been following him around since mid-January aren't in the room, but that doesn't mean they won't overhear this and make plans of their own. "If you can successfully make a lasagna, and not have it taken from you the moment it leaves the oven, my hat is off to you!"

[inruins]

"I've made it before for my family. So it wouldn't be a bother." Old recipe books had fallen in the underground enough Toriel had dabbled in making a variety of meals with substitutions.

The thought of the dog earns a paranoid glance from the goat monster as well. She has had a fair share of things stolen by the odd white dog before. First her pies, then her cellphone. "Well... that bothersome dog isn't here is it? I'm sure I could make you something without possible theft."

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

"Not right now, but there are two of them around here someplace, and they've been pestering me for weeks! However, I'm sure if you're careful, they won't notice and take any of it."

The idea of getting an awesome gift of pasta is just too compelling, after all.

Papyrus is quiet for a few moments before glancing across to Sans.

"He's not... too upset with me, is he?"

Badly hurt as he is, at least he was strong enough to take it. Palatino could have killed his brother if he'd gotten ahold of him for even a moment.

[inruins]

The boss monster nods at that, taking a mental note to watch for any errant dogs. Any irritation she might have is gone at the quiet from Papyrus. His expression enough to make her expression edge to something gentle.

"He isn't upset with you." She answers simply back, reaching out to settle a hand at the edge of the bed. The boss monster plays it careful, not wanting to hurt the other monster. "He's upset with himself. You're very important to your brother, Papyrus."