Frisk flinches almost imperceptibly when Asriel reveals his name, but they quickly recover their composure. After the whole Chara heart-to-heart thing, it wasn't nearly as much of a hard pill to swallow. "Well, welcome to the alternate universe adopted children pseudo-except-not-really-at-all-because-of-universe-shenanigans family, although even if we were actual-real-not-fake-joke family I wouldn't be your brother0. There's licorice scottie dogs on the table to your left, ibuprofen for your headaches on the table to your right, and a pretty good fascimilie of dad's golden flower tea recipe taped to the inside of the fridge door. Come on in." They pause. "And, for the record, I didn't turn into a flower. I guess I just won the Frisk height lottery. Or the scientific spaghetti has actually been working. Next stage, laser eyes!"