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[save_theworld]

[The real question is do either of them know how to cook point blank (outside of spaghetti, that is). Since they're already close to the door they glanced in before, well. Frisk nods their head towards it, cracking an almost tentative smile at their new roommate.]

...No spaghetti for a while, okay?

[somuchlove]

I cannot say I know how to cook it anyway.

[Maybe it a past timeline Papyrus or Undyne may have taught them. But it doesn't matter right now.

They smile back.]

I know some recipes for soup. What about you?

[save_theworld]

[Gaining some expression back is enough to fix Frisk's smile into place; this is enough, here. A safe place, like Sans had suggested, with company.

There's a sense of ease to this that they've never had before. For once, they have the time to rest. To-

Discuss cooking. Like they expect to stay in one place, for a while.]

Uh, noodles...stir fry? We can learn more.

[somuchlove]

[It slips in easily. * You feel something. You just can't put a word to it yet.

With Determination, there was always a sense of moving. Going...somewhere. A jittery feeling or maybe that was them because when they woke it surged. An odd feeling when you've spent an unknown time in the dirt.]

That works. There are probably books around that we could find or someone to ask.

[If they could be trusted around more knives and fire, that is. And there's that old craving for chocolate now that they're discussing food. Yay!]

[save_theworld]

I can ask.

[Speaking of the knifes-

Well. There isn't really point to hiding them now, is there? Chara's already got one. Still; despite everything-

Maybe they could really make something of this space. A- well. Not that word, precisely, but a place they both like. In fact, Frisk's Determined to make it so.

It's the least they could do.]