[ Bless you for not destroying him outright, Hawke. She won't come to regret it! Probably.

Papyrus produces a bone from some...where, ready to use it if any of the rowdy NPCs dare to venture too close to them. He doesn't want to hurt someone if he doesn't have to, but if someone needs a little roughing up...well, he didn't train with the head of the Royal Guard for nothing!

Even if those were cooking lessons. ]

This is not the sort of fun I condone! Brain-tickling teasers, theoretical battle scenarios, creating spaghettal cuisine - these are fun things! [ He gestures with the bone as he glances back at her. ] This - is not fun!