That sorry slides in just in time to stopper Papyrus's mouth, and prevent the tiniest bit of additional rudeness - he had opened it to offer a wry comment about not insulting one's own name, after all.

Instead he smiles wryly at himself, waiting while she gives the food a chance... then startles, as she offers poetry in turn. Finally, he applauds.

"Wow! Improvisational poetry...? I've never tried such woven wordplay on the fly before. I'm impressed!"