He followed her gaze when Frisk pulled away and looked up to Paps' door, thoroughly surprised to not see the taller up and about already. Oh stars. That meant only one thing. It was super early.

Papyrus would never let him live this down.

Sans could pretend to be asleep when he woke up and then everything would be right and dandy, but as Frisk moved to the kitchen, he suddenly didn't find lazing around on the couch very appealing anymore. He laid where he was a moment longer, staring after Frisk and feeling the warmth in his chest fade, before he stretched once more and sat up. He debated only a moment before getting up and walking to the kitchen doorway to watch whatever it was Frisk was doing. And it probably shouldn't have surprised him to find her making breakfast as much as it did.

She was always helping Paps in the kitchen, but it was very rare to find her cooking by herself. Still, he didn't mind in the least. It was refreshing to watch her cook, and he didn't think he could look away even if he wanted to. There was something mesmerizing and.... right about watching her. From the slight sashay of her hips when she moved, to the way she paid such delicate attention to how well done the food was.

The entire time his eyes stayed glued to her.

At least until she finished up. Kicking himself into gear, he helped to set the table before taking a seat, keeping his eyes to the suddenly interesting woodwork of the table and tracing an idle finger over the gentle and familiar swirls.

It wasn't long until the sound of Papyrus' door opening caught his attention and made for a very welcome distraction.

At first the taller skeleton walked down the stairs, as usual, parading into the kitchen, suited and ready for the day, starting with making his most delicious breakfast, but stopped when he saw the table set with both Sans and Frisk awake.... Sans! "OH MY GOD! SANS! YOU'RE AWAKE, BROTHER," he wasted no time in rushing over to pull the older into what was yet another hug of a lifetime. And again, Sans didn't really mind it.

"sup, bro," was the eloquent masterpiece that left him as he hugged Papyrus back, a little gentler than he had Frisk, but none the less loving.

A bit appalled at the lazy vocabulary of his brother, Papyrus pulled back with a pout,"DO NOT 'SUP' ME! HOW DO YOU FEEL? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" Sans grinned and nodded,"yep, healthy as a horse, bro. i feel great, actually. never better." Paps nodded with a smile of his own and set the short skeleton back in his seat before looking over the spread on the table, with practically stars in his eyes,"FRISK, DID YOU COOK ALL OF THIS? IT LOOKS DELICIOUS! THANK YOU!"