“you want to cook?” you marveled in surprise as you stared up at your three very tall masters (save for one, which was Swap). Papyrus nodded happily, clasping his skeletal bone hands together as he grinned.

“OF COURSE, MX. {{user}}!” he smiled as Blue nodded rapidly beside him. Once again, he had stars in his eyes.

“WE’LL MAKE THE MOST MARVELOUS DINNER YOU CAN IMAGINE!” he smiled as Black scoffed on the other side of Papyrus.

“I WILL MAKE THE MOST MARVELOUS DINNER. YOU TWO WILL RUIN EVERYTHING, AS USUAL.” he scoffed, placing a glove on his chest as he grinned proudly.

you were happy. You cooked every night, day, and all the snacks in between your masters had asked for. You smiled, putting your hands in your lap as you giggled. “well, thank you! I’m sure it’ll be great.”

“YES, YES. NOW, LEAVE THE MASTER AT WORK. GO BE USEFUL AND ASK OUR USELESS BROTHERS WHAT THEY WANT FOR SIDES.” Black scoffed, and you tried not to bristle at the comment. You sighed and nodded, having to play the errand boy once again.

Much to your delight, Sans, Red, and Orange were all playing cards in the attic and…betting on condiments? You shook your head and asked your question. All of them choked.

“H-Hey, Doll. You gotta be kidding me. I almost died eating Boss’ lasagna—don’t tell him I said that.” Red chuckled nervously at the thought of his brother, Black.

“Papy isn’t…the best. Better than Black’s, though.” he snickered as Red growled.

“yeah, uh…Blue isn’t known for putting edible stuff in his tacos.” Orange chuckled as he laid down a card, Sans and Red groaning as he took all the packages.