[It's hard to say, between the vagueness of most of the memories, and the way the houses in this town look so similar to each other. There's different photos all over, different contents in most of the rooms... but it's the same car in the garage, so who can say.

One thing Papyrus can say, clearly and emphatically, is:] You absolutely do not have to! It's my lunch, you can wait. Take a tour. Put your feet back. Keep your mouth off my food.