Well. Maybe we all dreamed stuff! [Papyrus chops at some unspecified food stuffs, with a little more force than necessary. Muscles work differently than bone, of course, and it's tripping him up - on top of the agitation of all the mood whiplash.

He huffs a frustrated breath, and chops the rest more carefully.] I mean, I remember... having two different wives? Not at the same time. And a bunch of kids...

[There's no signs of kids in this household, not in any of the mystery photos or other impersonal effects.]