The next morning I woke up, and immediately smelled cooking. I got dressed, taking great care to look my best for Sans and Toriel's date, even applying some makeup. For them, of course. When I walked out in the kitchen, I found Toriel hunched over the stove, cooking pancakes.

"Toriel, darling, no need to cook a big breakfast. We're going out soon." I poured myself a glass of milk and looked at her.

"Out? Where to?" She stood up straight. "I didn't know this."

"Oh Sans and Papyrus invited us to lunch, sometime around three last night."

Toriel cleared her throat and set her spatula down. "Three, really?" Toriel chuckled. "Do they even sleep at all?"

I shrugged with a smile. "Probably."

"So, where to?" She asked, starting to clean up her cooking supplies.

"Well I texted Papyrus earlier and he suggested a little Italian place that he likes. How do you feel about that?"

"Sounds great! Let's hope neither of us leave with breadsticks in our purses." Toriel teased with a smile.

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At around one, Toriel and I waited outside for the brothers.

"It's so cold I think I'm malfunctioning...you're lucky you have fur." I muttered to Toriel.

She smiled gently, but her gaze was locked behind my shoulder, waiting for the two skeletons to appear out of the mist.

All of the sudden, I heard a great call. "HELLO FRIENDS! IT IS I-" He was cut off by Sans, who elbowed his side. The brothers rounded the corner of the building and came towards us.

"Can it, Paps." He said, with a lazy grin. "Hey Tori, Metta." He lifted a hand and waved.

"Hello, Sans." Toriel beamed. "How's the pun party going?"

Sans grinned wide. "Its going great! I think I'm gonna go as Life and give people lemons."

"That sounds pretty funny! Or should I say punny?" Toriel and Sans burst out laughing.

I raised an eyebrow at Papyrus. "Pun party?" I mouthed, curious as to when this happened. Maybe I spaced out.

He shrugged with a smile and stepped forward, interrupting their happy rambling. "Let's eat then, I'm starving!"

Inside the crowded restaurant, we took a seat by the window. "Are you getting spaghetti as usual, Papyrus?" Sans asked, sitting down beside a beaming Toriel.

"You know me so well, Brother!" He chuckled in response. "Are you getting a burger with extra ketchup?"

"Of course. What about you, Tori?" Sans looked at her.

She looked away, embarrassingly. "I'll have what Sans is having."

I smiled and looked at Papyrus. "And I shall have what Papyrus is having."

A grin lit up his face, and in that single moment, something I couldn't quite place, happened in my heart soul.

"Sounds great." He laughed.