"WHY ISN'T ANYONE COMING TO OUR TABLE?!?!"

Your school was hosting a bake sale, and because Toriel was busy overseeing it, Papyrus was helping you out with your stall. He was excited to be here, but the fact that your stand has been ignored so far is frustrating him.

"WITH YOUR MOTHER'S BAKED GOODS AND MY WORLD-FAMOUS SPAGHETTI, OUR TABLE SHOULD BE IRRESISTIBLE!" Papyrus crosses his arms against his chest and looks around the busy schoolgrounds. Humans were so weird! Who didn't like spaghetti?