[Frisk goes ahead and piles some of them onto the plate. They came out fluffier this time, more like pancakes and less like crepes. Sans's cooking has improved. If Papyrus were still here, they could maybe make a joke.
But he isn't, so they don't.]
I thought they tasted pretty good last time.
[Dig fork into the treat, slice off a chunk, bite, and chew.
Chocolate chip. A pity, though, that it curls in their stomach so easily, like a worm that's shriveled up and died. Chocolate, like sweet things, as they learned with Zacharie, will always end up keyed to Chara.
A mistake. They swallow, even if the lump that threatens to swell in their throat makes it hard.]
[action]
But he isn't, so they don't.]
I thought they tasted pretty good last time.
[Dig fork into the treat, slice off a chunk, bite, and chew.
Chocolate chip. A pity, though, that it curls in their stomach so easily, like a worm that's shriveled up and died. Chocolate, like sweet things, as they learned with Zacharie, will always end up keyed to Chara.
A mistake. They swallow, even if the lump that threatens to swell in their throat makes it hard.]
I think so. It's been snowing all night.