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[spaghettimonster]

Four hours...?? [Papyrus shoots a startled glance Sans's way, which shifts a bit to a frown as he catches the edge of skepticism on Sans's face.] That seems... way too short, how often do they restock grocery stores?

[It explains the eagerness for farmhands, and the sheer amount of food trash always being thrown out, if it rots so easily. But he looks around online even as he protests, and finds a post of some self-described college student asking advice a few years back - seems true. He hums a nervously static sound, then coughs to cover it.]

If the power's not back on in... three hours. Let's just have a feast! [No sense letting it go to waste passively - they can eat what they've got for normal food today, and see what can be scrounged up if it goes on longer. And maybe look into getting a business-quality refrigeration setup in the future.]

[ribticklers]

[While the food situation is some level of concerning, even if it turns out to just be "now we have to re-buy a whole fridge's worth of stuff" concerning, there's a definite spark in Sans's eyes at the idea of a feast.]

Yeah, let's do it. We can use my hot dog cart, it'll be like a cookout. [Sans doesn't have to plug in his cart to cook with it, after all.]

[spaghettimonster]

Maybe even not like a cookout at all! I'm sure everyone will be fine with it, if we share in the bounty.

[Using the cart for cooking would bypass the need - or want - to rig up something else for heat and flame, too. Probably for the best, with how taut nerves might be in the power outage. His own are... tense.]

[ribticklers]

For a reasonable price, right? [Sans says that, but the grin on his face is one that is not actually that dedicated to fleecing all his neighbors with his hot dog cart. If Papyrus wants to do a friendly neighbor thing, Sans will play along. It might make Papyrus feel better about this whole power outage thing, and if Papyrus feels better, Sans will too.]

[spaghettimonster]

The reasonable price... of a polite thanks, I think you mean?? [He says that, but he's audibly amused. It's not like he's actually going to stop Sans from pulling some friendly hustling on the neighbors, so long as it doesn't undermine Papyrus's efforts to make nice - and that's assuming the power stays out.]

[ribticklers]

What's the going rate on a thank you? [Sans pulls up the calculator on his phone. This is serious accounting business, maybe.]

[spaghettimonster]

Depends on how polite it it is, I just said!! [This is nonsense, absolutely. But the kind of nonsense they can bicker about for ages, in anticipation of the power kicking back on sometime soon. And when it doesn't...

Well, they can go about such things as having that cookout, and sending Sans in search of a couple flashlights that don't take batteries to turn on, and Papyrus actually trying to take a late night nap.]