Papyrus is on to that childish astonishment, even if he has no idea how unusual it is for this boy to express such things. He takes a second or two to feel smug about it, another second to mumble, "needs more cinammon," to himself, then takes a second bite.

Through a pause that's theoretically for whatever passes for chewing or swallowing, he nods.

"I know! Amazing, isn't it?" He gestures at the room around them, at the excess of humans and mostly-human people around them. "Monsters in my home... We have long, loving traditions of making puzzles. 'Ancient diversions', somewhere between culture, and entertainment, and logic twisters... Of course, these days, monsters just don't respect the tedium. I bet there isn't even a class for them specifically. Just a unit in History."