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[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.]