Asgore smiled and left to get tea.

Papyrus seemed patient enough.

Asgore came back with a tray with tea, cream, honey, and biscuits. He set it onto a small foldable table and smiled. *so, whats happened?*

Frisk turned to Papyrus. *you first.

"NOTHING MUCH, REALLY. FROM A GUARD STANDPOINT, THE UNDERGROUND IS SAFE AS USUAL... HOWEVER, MY BROTHER DID PRANK THE SHOPKEEPER LAST NIGHT. THE POOR THING WILL NEVER GET ALL OF THAT GLITTER OUT OF HER FUR..."

Asgore listened intently, sipping at his tea.

Papyrus rambled on for a while about the inccident. Appearently Sans had simply balanced a canister of glitter over the store's doorframe in a way that when the shop doors were closed for the night it would topple over. And it's common knowledge that glitter gets stuck to practically everything and stays stuck, so that shopkeep had her work cut for her. Papyrus made ir clear how immature he found that behavoir before he let Frisk take the floor.

Frisk just burst out laughing.

Asgore smiled, amused from her reaction to the story.

Papyrus didn't look all that pleased with the reaction, but kept his mouth shut about it. "YOU GO NOW."

Frisk smiled at Papyrus. *Sorry.* then she turned to Asgore and talked about what she had done for the past few days.

Asgore listened, nodding along.

Papyrus merely sipped his tea like a civil English person.