Papyrus nods, frowning, at the reminder to let people sleep. It's not his first choice, to lay in a bed all night or encourage anyone else to. Between his brother (who he fears would sleep a majority of the day left to his own devices) the vampire who already left the carnival, cranky short-sleeping Lambert, and now frustratingly messy Allen... His experience with regular nocturnal sleep is that it's for messy, inactive people. Not as a necessity. It's mainly memories of Portland that convinced him of anything different. His daemon will need it, though, which will surprise them both.

She pokes her head out enough to watch the bird, wary in some way she doesn't understand. "Well, she's had time to get bored of hand buzzers..."

"Two times is enough to get tired of those" the skeleton sniffs. "This is much more creative."