It took a few months for palette to be let out of the hospital. I kept him company almost everyday though. Me and palette arrived at my house, seeing some things moved from their original place.
    Me and palette stepped through the small mess palette unknowingly made and sat on the couch. He yawned and his stomach growled. You can't blame him, I couldn't imagine what hospital food tastes like.
    I got up from the couch to get to the kitchen. But palette pulled me back down onto the couch. He practically smothered me in his arms. I blush at the contact, palette nuzzling my forehead. Palette kinda still acted like a child as he clung to me tightly. "P-palette? Aren't you hungry?" I asked with concern. He shook his head, once again his stomach was roaring at him for food. "Palette, don't lie to me" he groaned and only tightened his grip on my cloak. I sigh and wriggle out of his grip. Palette whined as I got up from the couch.
    "I'll be right back, I promise" I then walk into the kitchen and grab some ingredients from the fridge. Well, the small amount that I had. I whipped up some spaghetti, well, the kind reaper papyrus taught me. I always liked his though, it was soft, though he would use out-dated tomato paste. That, is what made it disgusting.
    I stirred the bot as a groan erupted from the living room. I peek my head around the corner and see palette laying on the couch. He seemed bored and hungry, his stomach growling at him for good food. I giggle a bit and skip back into the kitchen. He can wait a few more minutes.
    I pour the pasta out onto some plates I had gotten out earlier and bring them out to the kitchen. Palettes nose(?) twitched a bit, his eyes snapping open and twisting his head to me. He looked about to drool. I giggle and set the plate on the coffee table for him. He immediately digs into the plate.
    After me and palette finish our food, I glance at palette to see pasta all over his mouth and cheeks. I burst out into laughter. Once a child, always a child. Palette realizes his mess and rushes to the kitchen. The faint sound of the faucet being heard. I smile, giggling a bit at his silliness. I wouldn't know what to do without him....

(Sorry guys, i've been working on other things)