Frisk wanted to thank Papyrus for all the trouble he went through, but he hurried out the door before she could open her mouth. That was okay. She'd just tell him her gratitude later, when he got home. Now, she wanted to focus on the delicious meal set before her and Sans.

Walking to and from Toriel's house had really awoken her appetite. She picked up her fork and looked up at Sans. She smiled and raised an eyebrow at his question. She fondly remembered the last time she wanted to give his ketchup-drinking habit a shot. It was definitely not for her. "Soda please!" 

"Thanks," she said with that same smile as she reached for her soda. The bow on it was a sweet touch, and she felt her heart warm upon noticing that Sans' bottle of ketchup had the same treatment. Paps really hadn't missed a thing! This whole set up was so detailed, Frisk had a feeling he must have gotten help. But from who?

"Yeah, this is really good! Papyrus was really sweet to do this all for us." To keep herself from blushing again, Frisk took a bite of food. Unlike Sans, she tried to be polite. But the short skeleton must have been rubbing off on her, because she slurped up a good chunk of noodles. While she grabbed her napkin, she glanced up to see the noodle stuck to the side of Sans' mouth. 

After quickly wiping a smudge of sauce from her face, Frisk giggled and gestured with her finger to her mouth. She quickly gave up, however, and instead leaned over with her arm outstretched. She swiftly peeled the noodle from Sans' face and flicked it away, still smiling widely. "The food's missing your mouth, dude," she said as she returned to her seat.

She giggled again and took several more bites. Rather than use her napkin again, Frisk opted to just use the back of her hand. Her mother would probably be appalled, but it was habit.