[As they text, he leaves the workshop to go in the kitchen for only the second time in a week. His new headpiece covers his expression pretty well, the outer casing obscures his posture. But Sans can surely make out the sight of Papyrus bracing himself to look in the fridge, and confirm that there's food in it.]
\E3IT'S INCREDIBLE&TO ME,/HOW YOU'RE&BRINGING FOOD&FOR HER.../YET NOT THINKING&TO EAT ANYTHING&YOURSELF?/
[It's not like Sans is disgusted by the sights of the fridge's contents, is he? But most than that, this is all a somewhat exaggerated performance, the better to keep drawing his brother's attention back to stupid, mundane sorts of things that have nothing to do with not-dead bodies.]
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\E3IT'S INCREDIBLE&TO ME,/HOW YOU'RE&BRINGING FOOD&FOR HER.../YET NOT THINKING&TO EAT ANYTHING&YOURSELF?/
[It's not like Sans is disgusted by the sights of the fridge's contents, is he? But most than that, this is all a somewhat exaggerated performance, the better to keep drawing his brother's attention back to stupid, mundane sorts of things that have nothing to do with not-dead bodies.]