No need! It's a zero stars review. I'm not coming back. [Not if he can help it, anyway, which... if there's spicy knockout smells and home invaders spiriting people away, maybe there's nothing he can do about it. Besides take that one guy up on the offer to replace and/or install better locks on literally everything. That's a home project to look forward to.

For now, Papyrus gladly accepts the offered granola bar and raises it halfway to his mouth - then hesitates, frozen midway. He'd almost forgotten. The last time he'd had rice to eat was after, and he'd had to eat it slowly, pushing the small bits of rice through his mask while leaning back, to let gravity drop them into his mouth... because the gap's too narrow for his fingertips.

He draws the granola bar up, as if to examine its ingredients skeptically, but the mask doesn't show his attempt to furrow his brows with feigned judgement. Just the moment of trying to subtly measure the bar with his finger tip, and swallowing when he realizes. Maybe if he squeezes it in his hand, flattens it...]

I-I... [He shakes his head, glancing every which way but his brother's face.] I'll eat on the go. No sense standing around here, watching me eat!! You should just, lead the way, Sans.