The wonderful armomas that greeted Frisk caught her off guard. Normally, she expected to be assaulted by different scents when Papyrus cooked. She loved his cooking, she really did, but even she couldn't stomach half of his favorite cooking techniques. Coming home to a dinner that smelled warm and delicious was a beautiful thing to Frisk.

She smiled up at the taller skeleton, remaining quiet as the brothers talked. She blushed when Papyrus caught sight of her new haircut. It wasn't that much of a change, was it? Toriel hardly took an inch off. Yet it seemed to have done wonders! It was also nice to not have her bangs blocking her eyes as much.

Wait...What was that about Papyrus not joining them? Frisk's heart raced a little at hearing that. Of course, this wasn't the first time Paps had left the two alone, either for late training sessions or quality time with Mettaton. But normally he left plenty of leftovers available for his brother and Frisk. He didn't usually go through so much trouble for a meal. 

And...He was even making something besides spaghetti! Since when did that happen? Frisk silently, frantically searched for a possible reason for all of this.

Oh. Oh no. Was this the surprise Sans mentioned? If Paps was leaving the two alone together, then this could only be a date! He was trying to set them up!

Frisk's blush deepened, the heat spreading along her cheeks and down her neck. This wasn't happening...This wasn't happening! She was thrilled, yet at the same time hopelessly lost and scared. 

She looked up in time to see Papyrus rush back into the kitchen, then stole a glance at Sans as he took a seat. She hesitated, and soon figured that there was no point in just standing there. Forcing herself forward, Frisk took the seat across from him. Her hands shook, which she tried to hide by putting them in her lap.

Almost instantly, she was reminded of her date with Papyrus all those years ago. Back then, it was just for fun. Frisk hardly had any idea what she was doing, but had enjoyed the time spent with one of her favorite skeletons. She couldn't even remember if it was a real date, or an in-battle joke gone too far. Either way, it was a nice memory. It was in every peaceful timeline.

At that train of thought, Frisk calmed down a little. She took in a deep breath, exhaled softly, and opened her mouth to say something. When she saw Sans' eyes closed, however, she stopped and smiled.

She wasn't going to disturb him. Rather, she sat back in her chair and relaxed. Everything was going to be fine.