"HMM... NORMALLY I PREFER TEA, BUT I CERTAINLY DON'T MIND BRANCHING OUT! I TRUST YOUR JUDGMENT." After all, all the meals so far had been lovely. There was no reason to doubt.

But while she took care of the dishes, he pulled out his Mognet Slate, sending a message along to Frisk. They'd probably have all sorts of questions by the time he returned, but with luck, they'd have an enjoyable night even without him.

Still, once he'd sent the message, he went a little quiet. This was all uncharted territory for him, but it... seemed to be going well. Which was good! Very good. Perhaps it was silly of him to fuss so much beforehand.