[Unless they're ears of corn or something, in which case, husk away. But he doesn't start saying or even thinking such a reference, distracted as he suddenly is by the gleam of light reflecting nearby.
It's a large pane of glass framed in bamboo, the front of a vending machine. Transluscent as it is, there's only a faint reflection when Papyrus leans in to squint at it.]
Hmmm... This isn't much of a mirror. I can barely see my bones.
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[Unless they're ears of corn or something, in which case, husk away. But he doesn't start saying or even thinking such a reference, distracted as he suddenly is by the gleam of light reflecting nearby.
It's a large pane of glass framed in bamboo, the front of a vending machine. Transluscent as it is, there's only a faint reflection when Papyrus leans in to squint at it.]
Hmmm... This isn't much of a mirror. I can barely see my bones.