[There's a flicker of uncertainty Papyrus feels, no doubt in response to a briefly off-guard expression from Sans. But his brother puns, and he laughs again. All is well, and the candy will disappear on him if he doesn't grab some himself - so he does, gloves carefully trying to squish it just enough to have bite-sized pieces.]

You've lit up our lives with fresh fuel for fire puns! [He's feeling indulgent and clever, could go back and forth like this for longer than usual. But as he settles back to carefully get one of the chocolate chunks in his mouth, he thinks.] ...I bet it makes a difference, working with not completely frozen soil... Digging in the basement's been loads easier.