Summary: Based on: “Imagine Sans telling you jokes to cheer you up when Papyrus fixes you spaghetti.” by @thefandomimagine
Watching Papyrus prepare his favorite meal was quite an extraordinary experience. Not only because of his excellent recipe or the technique that you were sure he's practiced a lot with Undyne, but also because he put so much effort and passion into what seemed to be just a simple task.
Chopped vegetables flew around the kitchen while the spaghetti boiled over a blazing fire.
“Quite a view, huh?” Sans winked, sitting at the table next to you. “Papyrus is such a people pleaser. One could say, he's working himself to the bone.”
You cracked a smile. You've never been one to laugh at crappy puns, but you couldn't help yourself.
“He's got the spirit,” you admitted, watching the skeleton in awe.
“Don't worry - as long as he remembers not to freeze it, it tastes way better than you think.”
“How would you know? I thought skeletons don't eat much.”
“How dare you? I feel shaken to the bone…”
“Watch out. It would be a shame if you lost any.”
The grin on Sans's skull grew wider. “I'd say your concern is touching, but I don't have any skin to actually feel it.”
Warmth spread in your chest. It wasn’t the first pun-contest you’ve had with Sans, and you hoped it wouldn’t be the last. You’ve enjoyed your stay in Snowdin, despite the cold and snow. The monsters living there were usually nice to you, which was a surprise since you clearly weren’t one of them.
But on days like this, spent with what you’ve started to think of as friends, you could almost forget about your concerns and just enjoy whatever was given. Even if it includes a home-made meal prepared by a skeleton.
Papyrus turned around with the biggest plate of spaghetti you’ve ever seen. It was steaming hot and the smell made your stomach twist in anticipation. Papyrus seemed to be really proud of himself.
“As I always say, bone-appetit,” he winked smugly.
Sans erupted in laughter, and you joined soon after. It was so rare to hear Papyrus joke to you or with you, none of you were prepared for it.
