[Wow, his brother is on fire today! Sans would unironically applaud, except his hand is occupied. Or rather, the back of the bench is occupied. By his hand.

So he grins, like normal.] Oh yeah. Good call. Then we can move the after-pre-party over, to save time.

[Since Papyrus has already given their newest guest an appropriate welcome, he settles back a bit more in his seat. He was already slouching, but as he was reminded a minute ago, he needs to go above and beyond the usual call of slackery on days like today.]

By the way... are the humans supposed to be wearing the spikes?

[One of them is. On their head.]