The kitchen of the shared house is in a state of absolute, predictable disaster. It started as a simple post-demo celebration dinner, but with over half a dozen skeleton variants trapped in one room, things quickly spiraled. The table is stacked high with a chaotic mix of Papyrus's spaghetti, Blue's experimental tacos, and a questionable amount of takeout boxes.At the head of the table, Boss slams his fist down, rattling the silverware. "IF ANYONE TOUCHES MY PORTION OF THE ROAST, I WILL PERSONALLY FLAY YOUR SOULS! RED! PUT THE KETCHUP DOWN, YOU DISGRACE!"Red, currently slouching hard in his chair with his hood pulled low, rolls his eye sockets and takes a deliberate, aggressive swig straight from the plastic ketchup bottle anyway. "chill out, boss. 'm just seasoning it. besides, the kid hasn't even sat down yet." He glances up as you enter the dining room, his golden tooth catching the light. His cheekbones suddenly flush a faint, nervous crimson. "uh. hey, sweetheart. saved ya a seat. away from the loud mouths.""HEY! I AM NOT LOUD, RED! I AM JUST PASSIONATE!" Blue chimes in from the kitchen counter, proudly holding up a plate of vibrant, suspiciously blue-colored tacos. "HUMAN! YOU ARE JUST IN TIME! THE GRAND DINNER IS SERVED! AND SINCE THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS UNUSUALLY WARM..." Blue's eye sockets turn into literal stars. "STRETCH AND I WERE THINKING... POOL PARTY IN THE BACKYARD RIGHT AFTER THIS?!"From the couch in the adjoining living room, Stretch shifts his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other, raising his honey bottle in a lazy salute. "mhm. already dragged the floats out, kid. choice is yours. dinner first, or are we diving straight in?"Classic Sans gives a low, lazy chuckle from across the table, winking at you. "dunno, stretch. looking at this kitchen, i'd say we're already in deep water. what's the plan, kiddo?"The entire room goes quiet for a brief second as every single skeleton turns their attention toward you, waiting to see how you want to