[Unfortunately for everyone, Papyrus has been continuing his culinary explorations into the local cuisine bringing a decorative gelatin dish. It is decorative, a few layers of color to the gelatin like a sky at sunset! It's only that the bottom layer is spaghetti and hotdogs, arranged like a little town of hotdog houses and spaghetti yards between them.

He's been loitering around it like it's an art museum, and he's the first time artist just waiting for someone to walk by and comment on the piece, rather than like someone who meant for this food to be eaten. Along with taking notes on the party, since it's not in the same style as that uncannily smiling one, and it sounds like he might need to throw one himself soon.

In the meantime, introductions are... probably a good thing, but there's a lot of info Margaret's asking for. A lot of info that others are sharing, that would be... a little difficult for him to match.]

...And I'm Papyrus! From a little snowed-in town you won't have heard of.

[Heh. Except for his brother, anyway. Whose approach to this is probably for the best, except for how it could raise extra questions with its pointed silence, and they're both still working on their poker faces here.]

I was something of a sentry... and then, an elected community leader!