Where did that mask come from??? Magic must be at work, obviously, and Lambert watches with some keen interest (and amusement) as Papyrus drags the primeval looking thing out. It's no beast that Lambert recognizes, but he'll study at all the same, even reaching out to take it if Papyrus will let him touch it.

"Not half bad," he'll declare. "Certainly intimidating. Would've liked to fight the thing this came from..." It doesn't appear to occur to him that it could be made up, oops. "Must have had a lot of muscle to get those fangs through anything."