Papyrus nods along with the idea, and coughs a laugh at the last suggestion.

"Stretch, walk, chew some food off a stick, and chase a squirrel up a tree... Incredible!"

He doesn't get through the last word without laughing outright, and the humor sticks around in his voice.

"You've planned every dog's dream day."

A few months ago, that might have been an upsetting offer to receive. He'd been worried for his missing brother, overshadowed by the upcoming transformations, and scared of the moon. But this isn't so bad.

"It sounds like a plan! I haven't had kabobs in a while... And I don't think they were fried."