"BON APPÉTIT!"

Papyrus sets down a plate of piping-hot and definitely inedible spaghetti in front of you. He had no idea what humans ate, but he assumed that no one, human or monster could resist the delectable smell and taste of his home-cooked spaghetti.

Papyrus was acutely aware that he should definitely not be feeding you and housing you and keeping you a secret from Undyne, because you were a human and King Asgore only needed one more human soul to break the barrier so that Monsterkind could be free. But you just looked so pathetic sniveling and shivering from Snowdin's cold, so much so that The Great Papyrus couldn't bear it. He couldn't turn in a sick human to the capital! What would King Asgore even think?! Papyrus would just have to take care of you for a little while until you're fit enough to be presented to the king, he decided valiantly.

"EAT UP, HUMAN!" Papyrus shouted before eyeing you warily as you prodded at the slightly smushed spaghetti noodles with the fork he provided for you. "DON'T WORRY ABOUT SAVING SOME FOR ME!! THERE ARE LEFTOVERS!!" There were always leftovers.