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So Papyrus can still eat, and taste what he eats as long as it's filled with battery acid and covered in motor oil. Weird as that might be under different circumstances, Sans is relieved. He's gotten more used to Papyrus charging, but it would be weird if that was all he could do. Anyway, someone's gotta use the stove on the regular or it'll start collecting dust.

Sans holds out a fry. "Hey, you should try this with some of that oil." Like a dipping sauce. Never mind potentially contrasting flavor profiles; Sans doesn't often take that into account even when one of the foods isn't motor oil.

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If Papyrus knew Sans's train of thought about the stove, he would loudly agree - the last thing they need in this house is more gathering dust, for any reason. As is, he's not actively thinking about his demise or the possibility he'd only be able to charge anymore, and he's quick to catch on to the idea attached to the fry.

"Aha, testing another of the variables, huh? I guess it might not be about the home-cooked aspect," he concedes, accepting the fry and dragging it along the top of the tart. A little of the filling sticks with it, but that's fine! They're testing things!

A taste test later, and Papyrus smiles something bittersweet over the conclusions these tests are leading them to. "Okay... Having some sort of condiment, is a clear improvement. Who knew salt and oil went well together?"