Frisk chuckles at Asriel's bemusement with the concept of double Frisks. "Yeah. Don't tell Frisk this, but Pap's proooobably going to try and set them up on a date with the first person he sees them flirting with. I know exactly where to put the hidden cameras when that happens, and I don't want you to ruin the surprise. Got it?"

The food is exactly what you'd expect a twelve year-old to put together on short notice. Frisk slaps together a meal out of reheated ravioli, milk, and spaghetti smelling vaguely of potions in under two minutes. "Don't worry about the scientific spaghetti," they say as they sit down with Asriel. "At worst, it'll heal you up a little bit. At best, it'll make you taller and give you laser eyes."