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[everyonecanbekind]

Who: Papyrus! You! All your troubles! A very charming plate of spaghetti!
Where: The Kitchen!
When: 7/10 (all day!)
Rating: G to start? May go up in warning! Because! THE WORLD IS SO FULL OF PROBLEMS!
Summary: Papyrus is just in the kitchen, minding his own business, making spaghetti. Delicious, wonderful, unforgettable spaghetti.
The Story:

It's been a particularly uneventful day for Papyrus the skeleton! A particularly uneventful last couple of days, and while it's somewhat boring, Papyrus is always finding somewhere to be and something to work on.

His spaghetti game is...ever the same, though steadily getting better. Still as indescribable as always, but crafted with love. A giant bone stirs the noodles slowly while he reads a book that the mansion was kind enough to produce for him: Advanced Puzzle Construction for Critical Minds.

A classic.

He steps away to drain the noodles-- somewhat mashed, but mostly kept together. They're thrown on a pan and then mixed together with a somewhat questionable looking tomato sauce. The cloves of garlic can be seen as mashed, but not chopped...

He looks happy with it regardless. While the ingredients might be a bust, his technique is pretty good; flipping the spaghetti and sauce easily in the pan like one would flip a pancake. When he's satisfied, he drops the lump of 'spaghetti' on a plate and garnishes it in such a way that it...looks completely normal. A very normal, if not strange smelling, plate of spaghetti!

Papyrus stands there in front of it with his hands on his hips.

His best yet.

Comments

[littlestreetcat]

Having been watching from the doorway since about the time Papyrus was flipping the spaghetti in the pan, Selina is leaning against the door frame, eyebrows raised as she stares at the freshly garnished plate. It looks normal now, but she's pretty sure that his technique is not an actual way to make spaghetti. She kind of pities whoever has to eat that.

"I don't think you're supposed to make spaghetti in a pan," she says finally, making her presence known in the case that he's been too busy admiring his work to notice her. Shoving off of the frame, she steps into the kitchen and over toward the dish, staring at it dubiously for a moment longer before tilting her head back to peer up at Papyrus. If the fact that he's a skeleton making spaghetti fazes her in any way, she doesn't show it.

"Wouldn't it be easier to stir it all together instead of..." She gestures with one hand, mimicking the actions he'd been doing earlier with the pan. "...Flipping it?"

[everyonecanbekind]

He scoffs!!

"I QUITE DISAGREE! I FEEL AT LEAST FOUR TIMES AS COOL WHEN I FLIP IT AS I WOULD WHEN IT IS STIRRED!! WHICH IS...VERY COOL!"

He breaks into a grin, making the motions of flipping it with his hand and an imaginary pan. "IT IS CERTAINLY MORE FUN THIS WAY! ALSO, GREETINGS, HUMAN!"

The hand that was moving turns into a polite wave!