"You!" For one of the few times in his long life, Snow White was speechless. He pointed at Papyrus, mouth somewhat agape as he tried to remember why he knew this loud spaghetti skeleton. "My dream!"

It hadn't been a dream, though... Ugh and that just brought up embarrassing memories. Not of his childhood, but of Dylas. Gross.

The spaghetti, at least, was intriguing. Snow White hadn't heard of anything magical about it, but Vaikuntha seemed to change the rules about what was "normal."

"Are you a Gourmand?" he asked. Maybe Papyrus just needed an extra hand. Belatedly, he realized someone should probably help relieve the skelly of his 'ghetti, and while he usually would push that onto someone else... he wanted to examine the noodles for himself. He took one of the large plates from Papyrus and placed it carefully on the table.