A few parts of the conversation are alarming surprises to him, and Papyrus' smile fades harder with each one.

"Okay. That's plenty scary."

Thanks to her starting with a warning, he doesn't reach out to experimentally poke the knife. A burnt finger would likely put a damper on the fun lunch outing, gloves or no gloves. But he fixes the image to memory before trying to smile again.

"But also... Reassuring! Reassuring for you. With burning silver, and burning hair... You're about as turnskin-safe as they come."