Before Sans and Papyrus left, Papyrus pressed a tiny scrap of Paper in my hand.

"Call me sometime! We can get together for dinner, maybe." He cleared his throat. (Do skeletons have throats? Hmm...) "For them, of course." He added quickly.

"Yes, yes that'd be great!" I flashed my signature smile and reveled in his flustered look. "Until then, dear~"

Toriel and I exited the café, both grinning, though her's was considerably bigger. "Oh gosh, that was fun!"

"It was! What did you think of them?"

She blinked. "I- what? Did you plan this?"

"Oh, no! I didn't plan this, I was just wondering what you thought." I threw out my hand to stop her from crossing the street in front of cars.

"Well, they were funny..." She giggled. "And the shorter one, Sans, was hilarious! I have the strangest feeling I know him from somewhere, though."

"The underground was a small place, Toriel. Maybe you did know him."

She shrugged and we walked to our apartment building and up the stairs. "And what did you think of his brother, Papyrus?" She shoulder bumped me, though it kind of hurt.

"His brother? He's nice, kind of loud." I brushed off the teasing in her voice.

"Just nice?" She sounded disappointed. "Not cute, sweet, silly, or lovely?"

I rolled my eyes and sat down at our couch. "I don't know him that well, Toriel."

Toriel held up a scrap of paper, with the exact same number Papyrus had given me on it, probably given to her by Sans. "Then let's get to know them! How about dinner, tomorrow night?"

I laughed. "Tori-"

But she was already dialing. "Hello? Sans? I was wondering..."