"Well," he hesitates over what to say. Sans is an expert in rebuffing Papyrus' questions with awful, maddening jokes and just straight-up disappearing if they're too inconvenient. Time travel crap makes the matter of his supposed death very difficult to explain, even to people who seem to know something about magic. And Lambert doesn't seem interested enough to go into the details. Better to just drop those things as funny if awful misunderstandings.

"I'm sure that would go over worse!" Papyrus finally announces, and steps back into a cool fighting pose. He considers Lambert's sword, and the resultant likelihood they'll be fighting without the kind of magic he's used to, and summons a bone to wield as an occasional club.

"Let's see... You've seen me throwing bones around, so I won't just show you those... but did you see my special attack?" Bones shimmer into existence around them, a barrage of blue bones to too big to dodge. The trick; if one doesn't move as they pass through, they're intangible. Newtonian fluid bones, except more like a mysterious Newtonian gas.