Apple trees...? That sounds right. Maybe. [He doesn't really acknowledge the idea of going to the grocery store, because right now... no. He just wants to go home. But for trap planning...] Why stop at one, we can make a whole... apple barricade. Trees all around the yard. I bet that lasts... a lot of days.

[Papyrus gives a breathy laugh, enthusiasm building a little again as he pointedly ignores things like bandages on his brother's hand or the throbbing in his ribcage as he walks. This is more like it. Not Sans's maddeningly unhelpful couch ideas. Something just ridiculous enough to be humorous, and just close enough to maybe effective that he sincerely wants to try it. Cartoonish doctors venturing close to the yard, scalpels in hand, only to hiss at the fruits in the yard and back away.]