For an hour she listens, laughs good-naturedly at Papyrus' dedicated efforts towards making edible food, leans forward with genuine interest at the talk of hobbies (several), and wonders what it would be like to have a sibling of her own. Besides her own Ashley Williams, Sans and Papyrus are clearly the siblings to sell it. She's about to ask after Papyrus' job, in the hopes of running into the great one himself (and perhaps, even being blessed enough to sample his "food"?) when Sans notices the time.

"Uh oh. Sorry to have kept you. Where you headed?"