"Hmmm, a break from the break... I should have known." Papyrus shakes his head in fond familiarity, no annoyance - feigned or real - in his tone or expression.

Something about the idea seems like it should rankle, but why? It's not like there's anything Sans needs to do, no point in him trying to do things. The Host is taking care of their every need, and their job is to have fun. They're all having fun, in relaxation and revelry alike. Everything is fine.

"I guess I can... Do you want to do something together?" He perks up at the idea of doing something else, closer to engaging than he's been in this conversation. "Or some other idea? Something else, something new, something more interesting!"