Frisk nodded and rolled some berries over.

Mistral just glanced at them before curling up to sleep.

Warren looked up. "Maybe not?"

*i think he is hungry. But hes scared.*

Warren frowned, scratching his head, glancing around the room. "There are tons of stuff in her that could scare a little bird... But I ain't sure what exactly's scaring Mistral. I mean, Beowulf's acting real calm right now and we haven't made a ton of noise...."

He paused, looking over at Sans (who was probably ready to doze off again at any given moment.) "Actually, maybe he'll eat from you?" He suggested.

"what?" Sans asked, snapping out of whatever train of thought he was in.

"Sure. I mean, the little guy seems to like you." Warren went on.

Frisk nodded, getting it. *maybe.*

The bird chirped, seeming to try to dissapear.

Sans huffed and walked over. "alright, alright..." He mumbled, picking up one of the berries and offering it to Mistral.

Mistral glanced at it before pecking it, and beginning to eat it.

Frisk smiled.

Sans sighed and kept his hand out as the bird ate. "oh boy."

Frisk laughed.

"y'know, out of everybody in here, i'd probably make the worst parent figure." Sans told Mistral.