Lambert will, at that, stop trying to yank Papyrus onto the dance floor, setting his hands on his hips and squinting at him dubiously.

"We're not where you came from anymore," Lambert reminds him. "And we beat the vampires already, remember?"

It's easier to remember this sort of thing, for some reason. Perhaps because it's not so direly relevant to the matters at hand. But as for what Papyrus should be patrolling for, Lambert doesn't know.

"Besides," he says after a beat, "You don't even work for Sans. That's not your job."