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[spaghettimonster]

I... guess so? [This uncertainty warrants a glance back at Sans, the better to wonder just why he would ask that.] Sans, are you tasting colors or something? [Because this is either a wings and void weirdness thing, or Sans is plotting to draw somewhere he shouldn't be drawing, Papyrus can already tell.]

[ribticklers]

Nah. [That would be cool, though.] The humans just always talk about eating colorful food. [That would be eating vegetables in multiple colors. Not chalk.]

[spaghettimonster]

I guess so...? That does sound like a culinary advice... [Not that he's making any particular point of bringing up the things he's learned more recently, in light of other food troubles. Has Sans been doing some research on his own...? Incredible if true.]

But, you could just pour colorful stuff on them. Food dyes. Condiments. Paint your own colorful food. [And then it might make some kind of chalk slurry, great for putting in a cup and drinking, as long as one doesn't mind the gritty texture or impulse to cough. The conversation has made another circuit back to smoothies.]

[ribticklers]

Who knows how humans work. [Sans says, like he could not just look up that information if he really cared. No, it's clearly a mystery that will never be solved. Sans is clearly feeling more relaxed, meanwhile; he's still got his blanket cape, but it's not held up so high as his wings settle out of their tense huddle.] The guys at the dig site were tellin' me about the color thing when they saw how much candy I brought the other day. [Look, other people also care about Sans's terrible, terrible food decisions.]

[spaghettimonster]

They were giving you advice on more candy you should get..?? [Baffling and aggravating if true, but at least it's more of the mundane and casual nonsense to banter about.]