[Papyrus leans over to look out the window towards the unsuspecting lady, eyesockets squinting as he tries to make out details from this distance.]

I see... You're taking it very seriously.

[If he guessed right, well, there's nothing wrong with taking games with deadly seriousness. There were all manner of feelings of pride and accomplishment, to have tied up with winning games. And if he'd guessed wrong, then she didn't want to tell him, but the story of a game gave them something to use instead. Win-win.

His voice drops to stage whisper, about as quiet as he gets. It's enough to carry across the store, but not out of it, unless the person listening happens by the open window.]

I don't think there's anything against asking for help... Do you want me to point her the wrong way?