“Boys! Time to go!” Gaster called as he entered the living room, rummaging through his bag in search of toxicology reports. He hadn’t had his morning coffee yet, and his mind was sluggish.
At the table, Asgore was packing a massive basket of food with the brothers’ assistance. The king turned at Gaster’s arrival. “Actually, I hoped they’d come with me today.”
Papyrus gave his father a gleeful smile. “WE’RE GOING TO INSPECT ALL THE ROYAL GUARDS AND GIVE THEM FOOD PRESENTS AND LEARN TO BE GUARDS!”
Sans rested his chin on the table and looked exhausted just at the prospect.
“Oh.” Gaster found himself dazed at the sudden change in plans.
“I talked to you about it last night,” Asgore said apologetically, and Gaster dimly recalled Asgore talking at him while he’d been writing, even if he couldn’t remember a word of it.