As she walked inside, Sans caught the scent of earth, and flowers from her. Had she always smelled like that? It was nice. A calming scent compared to the stench of blood and unbridled determination she'd smelled of in her genocide sprees. Sans didn't think he'd ever forget that smell.

It had haunted his dreams, tormented his every waking moment, and stained itself so deep inside his skull that if he really tried, he was sure he could smell it on her. But that was the past.

He quickly stepped inside after her, closing the door. Immediately a new scent assaulted him. Amidst the usual aroma of spaghetti cooking, there was something sweet in the air as well. Was that... Cinnamon? And butterscotch? Paps never made ANYTHING except spaghetti. What in the he'll was he cooking with butterscotch and cinnamon?

"We're home, Paps," he called out into the house, and instantly the tall skeleton came barreling out of the kitchen.

"SANS! HUMAN! YOU'RE HOME SO EARLY! AWW... NOW THE SURPRISE IS RUINED," Papyrus said, a bit disheartened.

Sans shifted lazily,"Want us to walk back outside and you can call me when it's done?"

Papyrus sent a determined look at his brother and shook his head furiously,"NO! SURPRISE OR NOT, I WORKED VERY HARD ON THIS, AND YOU TWO ARE GOING TO ENJOY IT!"

"Uhh.... Don't you mean us three?"

"OF COURSE NOT! I HAVE A DATE WITH METTATON TODAY, SO YOU TWO WILL ENJOY THE GREAT PAPYRUS' MOST DELICIOUS DISH YET!"

Sans felt his soul flip.

Oh God, was... Was Pap setting them up? On a date? Why? How did he even know what to do for-..... Undyne. That clever little-

" OH, HUMA- ER, FRISK! YOU CHANGED YOUR HAIR! IT LOOKS VERY NICE," the taller of the skelebros interrupted, leaning down to better inspect Frisk's new look. He nodded approvingly and babbled on about how he and Mettaton would take her shopping soon for more cute clothes.

Sans just flushed with embarrassment at the whole situation. But he smiled. It was nice to see Papyrus so excited about something again. Ever since Frisk had become.... Distant, he'd been a bit down. But now he was practically glowing with refound vigor.

He chuckled quietly to himself and cleared his throat. "Paps, might wanna go check on your delish dish, otherwise it'll be black dish."

Papyrus quickly sprinted into the kitchen to resume his cooking.

Sans chuckled and took a seat at the table. He could really use a nap, and the warm smell of good food was a tempting lull to close his eyes, but he barely managed to keep them open.

He hardly noticed as they slowly dropped shut.