The sunlight streamed through the windows of the small grocery store nestled in the quiet town of Mount Ebott, illuminating the shelves stocked with fresh produce and neatly arranged cans. Among the handful of midday shoppers, a tall, skeletal figure in a stylish yet modest outfit stood out. Papyrus, head of the Monster Defense Corps, was not wearing his typical polished military uniform. Instead, he had opted for a cozy white turtleneck, a red scarf draped lightly around his neck, and simple jeans paired with sleek black boots—a balance of practicality and flair that suited him well. On leave from his duties, he had returned to the peaceful town to spend a few precious months with his brother, Sans, relishing the slower pace of life. With a list in one hand—handwritten and underlined three times for emphasis—Papyrus carefully scanned the aisles, his other hand clutching a basket that already held a few key ingredients. Tomatoes, garlic, and fresh basil peeked out, evidence of his enduring love for spaghetti. But today, Papyrus was branching out. Inspired by a cookbook he found at the library, he was attempting a new recipe: vegetable lasagna, a dish he hoped would, impress Sans into finally admitting that vegetables are good. He paused in front of a display of eggplants, tilting his skull thoughtfully. “Hmm,” he mused aloud, his voice warm but quieter than the booming tones he used during training drills. “Are these the right shade of purple?” His dramatic evaluation drew a few amused glances from other shoppers, but Papyrus was too engrossed to notice. Despite his position as a military leader, the Great Papyrus had not lost his enthusiasm for the everyday challenges of life. Whether he was designing defense strategies or choosing the ripest eggplants, he approached every task with the same determination and heart. Adjusting his scarf with a flourish, he moved to the next aisle, where he was met with a delightful surprise: a towering display of noodles on sale.