[Frisk's mind stutters out for a moment at the suggestion, and they have to mentally check that they're remembering the names of their jobs correctly, because...]

"...I've got Time Mage. 'N it's cool, but like. I think full-on time travel's a lil OP for asterisks. 'nd 's fine, really, just being dramatic."

[They have to pause when Papyrus asks his question. They try to hide it behind another long drink of their juice, but their shoulders tense a little and their eyes migrate firmly to the ground.]

"...Lil better. Cleared the air with Other Frisk, 'least."