[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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[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."