The void space smells wonderful now, but I fear I made too much food.
Problematic as neither I or Wings have large appetites. Let alone for mountains of food. It seems a waste.
Perhaps, if it won’t offend Sans I can offer some of it to Papyrus. The small Sans will simply have to give up his cheese drenched noodles and hotdogs for the time being.
Ah… Invite them?
IF YOU OKAY IT… YES.








