Frisk sobers up when Kuja mentions the impending battle. "It's still kinda hard to believe, isn't it? That this is... that this is finally it. We're finally going to save the world." They pause, chuckling. "...man, that sounds melodramatic, doesn't it? It's true, though. And weird to process after living the same three days for six dang months."

The cats take one more disappointed sniff at Frisk, turn up their noses, and prance away. Frisk sticks out their tongue at the fleeing animals, sniffs their hoodie, nods satisfied, then turns a smile towards Kuja. "Thanks. Now I get why the people in Parasraya were shooting me dirty looks while I was saving the cats, those things are pests."