Papyrus is really feeling this idea. It's not like he's actually good friends of Alphys, yet; they'd never met met underground, and she's been busy getting used to her job here. But, even if the Carnival keeps reaching home to invite monsters along, it's sure not happening in a hurry. And part of him is getting restless with the waiting.
It's not like Sistina has any reason to feel proprietary of eggs. She isn't exactly laying any; daemons are just shaped like animals, rather than being them. And yet...
"When did we hunt eggs, and what do we do with them?"
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Papyrus is really feeling this idea. It's not like he's actually good friends of Alphys, yet; they'd never met met underground, and she's been busy getting used to her job here. But, even if the Carnival keeps reaching home to invite monsters along, it's sure not happening in a hurry. And part of him is getting restless with the waiting.
It's not like Sistina has any reason to feel proprietary of eggs. She isn't exactly laying any; daemons are just shaped like animals, rather than being them. And yet...
"When did we hunt eggs, and what do we do with them?"