"To take..." Papyrus echoes, considering the flower figures more carefully, now that they've moved closer. Bigger, pointier, and glowyier than any talking flowers he knows... and yet, somehow, not talking in a way he understands.

"Well! I can offer them something to take," and he pulls a bone out of a pocket, one already decorated with gift wrapping of ribbon and bow. "What do you say, spooky flowers? Wouldn't this be better than a fight?"