week 8, wednesday evening

[So Clover's hauled the underhell crew into the kitchen (mostly Undyne's done the hauling per Clover's request probably) with promises of dinner. None of the things she's grabbing from cabinets and the fridge and gracelessly tossing onto the counter are spaghetti.]

You guys are super great and all but if you keep trying to feed me spaghetti, I'm gonna either die or go crazy. [drops an entire sack of potatoes onto the counter; it makes an immensely satisfying thunk sound.] There's food that's not spaghetti! [and also ways to make spaghetti correctly but we'll get to that]

week 8, thursday night

[Another week, another Thursday, another evening of being barricaded into underhell. No murderers are coming into or out of Undyne's room ever. Clover insists on making a pit stop at her room first, though, because she has goodies to pick up, which promptly get dumped onto Undyne's floor from a bag also containing a bunch of bows and ribbons and miscellaneous nonsense. Most importantly, though:]

I found glitter polish. [IT'S A MANICURES KIND OF NIGHT]