As the two white dots of his "eyes" found the human in question, Sans felt relief flood through his bones. At least she seemed more at ease as she replied with a gentle laugh, though she seemed to tense a bit as she walked over. As she did, Papyrus shifted and placed his hands on his hips in a very sassy manner(likely something he'd picked up from Mettaton.... Sans might need to have a talk with the saucy robot later) and exclaimed,"NONSENSE! YOU DID VERY WELL IN AIDING THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HUMAN! DONT BE TOO HARD ON YOURSELF!" Sans held back a chuckle at his brothers' enthusiasm, and then his mind began to wonder.

Perhaps the reason for Frisk stealing the taller skeleton away was because she still had feelings for him..... After all, they had gone on a date all those years ago when they'd first met, so.... It made sense that Frisk would want to be alone with Paps, because she hadn't let go of those feelings. Yeah, that had to be it. Sans was just getting in the way of her... Wooing... 

Something in the shorter skeletons' chest swirled.

The light pinch was a surprise(enough to jolt him from his inner train of thought), seeing as she seemed to rarely enjoy his presence these days, but he smiled at the gesture. At the question about his day, Sans gave a shrug,"My hotdog sales are up 100%. Had'da kid buy one about noon. I almost talked him into another one until I told him it was 100% dog." Papyrus smacked a gloved hand to his face and grumbled at the absolutely horrible joke.

Sans gave a wink to Frisk before shuffling over to the couch and taking his rightfully claimed spot on the far end,"How about a movie night? Pretty sure Eclipse part one is playing." Sans didn't care much for gooey love story, but he knew Pappy loved it, and as he turned to see his brother's reaction, he wasn't disappointed. Papyrus' eyes were brimming with excitement as he swept Frisk up in a hug and carried her to the couch,"YES! I HAVE BEEN DYING TO SEE WHAT WILL HAPPEN", he chimmed as he  unceremoniously dumped Frisk in the middle of the small couch and took the other end, practically glowing with excitement. Sans all but sputtered at the "dying" comment and leaned over the back of the couch.

Using his magic, Sans brought the pot of spaghetti, three plates, and three forks into the front room and set them on the coffee table. Being the lazy bones he was, he fixed his plate the same way, lazily waving his fingers the entire time and his left eye blazing in an almost menacing manner.

Waving the plate into his lap, he wasted no time in taking a bite, the pasta making his jacket glow as the food converted into magic with every swallow. It was an odd process, at least it had been to Frisk when she was younger. Speaking of which... Sans quietly watched watched her from the corner of his eye socket as he pulled the remote from the couch cushions and switched on the movie.