The skeletal spirits offer a predatory smile. They say nothing, instead gesturing for them to sit down. Gulping, Frisk takes a seat. They could handle this. It was basically the same as the dice games they played to pass the time and when they needed some extra-

Oh. That was always an option. They might not have a microwave, but Frisk did have the next best thing. Gaining some confidence back, they return the spiritual sailors' smiles with a sharky smirk of their own.