[Papyrus is tenser than he means to be, through the arrest. Between the alarm at being at all manacled again, being hauled off somewhere... and under it all, the disbelief that he, of all people, committed a crime and actually got arrested for it! It's a lot.

But it's not so bad, when they're just brought to the Coven for it. Or put in a room that is, well... just a room. A little on the bare side, no special comforts to be had, but no special discomforts either. Even if the door is locked, and the window barred, they can sit and chat comfortably enough.]

We really did! Nobody lit anything on fire. Just a great show, for all to enjoy.

[He's triumphant on that count: take that, naysayers of Aefenglom. One terrible incident isn't a reflection on theater itself.]

Nyeh heh heh... Phew! I kind of wish I tried acting, instead of sentry-ing.