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[save_theworld]

Hello. I'm Frisk.

The Frisk that's lived here for a long time, not the other Frisks.

I have a question for you. Me and my roommate do our own cooking but we don't really know how to cook much. We're getting bored of soup and stir fry. Another friend said he'd help me learn to cook more, but he doesn't know a lot of recipes.

Also all the food here is weird.

[Sorry gods but really- what's with the orchard, my dudes?]

If you have any nice recipes you could share I'd really like that. Thanks.

Frisk.

The one that's lived here a while.

Comments

[ishotyouuu]

[Oh hey, it's that kid who tried to stop a dragon by flirting with her. In other words, a kid after his own heart.]

You like Mexican, kiddo?

[save_theworld]

[Oh hey, it's that guy who tried to stop a dragon in his boxers. In other words, a guy after their own heart.]

Yes! Do you know how to make it? Can you teach me?

[ishotyouuu]

[This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, then.]

Kid, you're talkin' to the poet laureate of Mexican cuisine, here.

[Wade I'm pretty sure that term doesn't apply to this situation--]

To paraphrase a classic song from my world, my Tex-Mex brings all the boys to the yard. And sure, I can teach ya. No charge.