Kuja stares at Frisk. Stares at the bottle in his hand. Stares back at Frisk.

"Right."

He shakes out a pair of pills, takes them with water, hands the bottle back, pulls out his Slate, deletes what looks like several pages' worth of notes, pulls out the stylus, and looks at Frisk expectantly, poised to take notes. "Run that by me once more, please."