Papyrus ... what kind of a name is that? Must have hippie parents or something. Lambert doesn't need to make his own introduction, since his cat paw-emblazoned nametag does it for him.

He'll ring Papyrus up easily enough, and unfortunately, since there's a bit of a line behind him, he won't get to chat much more beyond that. The cats head for Papyrus curiously, familiar with the smell of magic, though this seems a different sort from what they're used to.

"One spiced punkin' catte for Papyrus." Lambert looks and sounds like his soul has departed his body, saying that, as he sets the drink beside the man.