Okay.

[Frisk nods. No more touching Chara like that again. Wonder how long it'll take for them to break that little promise, huh? Gosh. Gee. They wonder. But it's not like this should be something that crops up with any frequency. Then again, regular discussions about the people they've killed and the things they've destroyed have cropped up with a disturbing regularity, to the point where it's almost no longer disturbing. So maybe they shouldn't rule that one out.

Well, it's something at least. A nominal promise. "Promise" is probably the wrong word. They're starting to hate that word, to the point that it's right up there with "sorry."]

I...yeah. Get cleaned up. Eat something that isn't leaf water. Take care of our meat prisons.

[A weird giggle bursts out of their throat, horrible and strange and wrong. They read that somewhere, and it felt way too correct, and it probably shouldn't have pinged as deeply with them as it did, but here they are.]

Sorry. [There it is again. They hate it.] Don't know why I - I just remembered it from somewhere.