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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.

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[He don't hesitate for very long, even if he'd like to mull it over for longer. But takin' too long to answer might be a dead giveaway that this is what it is, which is a peace offering, albeit a poorly-defined and doomed-to-fail one.]

yeah.
i'd like that.

[They can't see him, so they don't know. What Frisk has is the way their phone lights up with a message of positive reinforcement, sitting on their bed with their knees tucked up to their chin.

He doesn't hesitate, and tone is hard to read by text. By text, you miss things, like hesitation, and the way someone's smile becomes a little watery, or how their chin tucks down so they can press their eyes against the rough texture of their jeans for a moment.]

I'd like that too.

[They really, really would.]

it's a date.

[Is that a weird callback to make? Takin' them out to lunch or something along those lines, chattin' them up in MTT Resort. Do they even remember? Maybe he ain't rememberin' right either. It's a toss-up.]

i think we all need to wind down after these past few days anyway.
i've met like three other sanses already.
it's weird.

[They always knew you'd come back for more, Snas.]

I think I've met four me's. And another Chara, except they said you were king? And one more you. He was nice.

[And happier. That much goes unsaid.]

I like the me with the hat.

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a place where i'm king?
yeesh. i feel real sorry for that reality.

[It's partially a joke. But mostly, it ain't.]

a you with a hat?
they're really gettin' a-head of the game, huh?

Same.

[Sorry buddy.]

Their Chara made it for them. It was woolly cool.

[Heh. Well, he don't blame 'em. They've seen what Sans tryin' to take responsibility looks like. It don't sting all that much to hear 'em say it.

All that much.]

somehow that doesn't surprise me.
four of you, though. sounds like a handful.

[They said sorry in brackets what more do you want from them?]

It's okay. They're all nicer than me.

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i sincerely doubt that, kid.

[Not so surprisin' they think that, honestly.

Kid don't seem to like thinkin' much of themself at all. And, hey. Maybe some part of him is in raucous agreement, or it would be, if he did anything "raucous" at all.

But he's tryin' to be better than that now.]

It's true.

[They'd tell him to see for himself, but- then he'd actually see for himself. Maybe it's a little selfish, not wanting him to find out firsthand.

But maybe they're a little selfish.]

The you I met seemed happy.

course he did. we sans-es are always happy.

but sorry, kiddo. i still don't buy it.

I mean it. He was happy.

[Because that is clearly the part that must be bought, in this conversation.]

[He lets that one lie there. The kid's more determined than he is, he's real damn sure of that one, and he ain't gonna fight a losing battle. This time, anyway. He's met his quota of losing battles.]

alright, alright.
if you say so.

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