"Well, I got everything I needed, and I bought some donuts from the spiders on the way back...." Toriel replied. "Though... I haven't seen as many Froggit lately, which is admittedly a bit odd. They're usually hopping about all over the Ruins."
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Sans huffed, holding out a small assortment of berries to Mistral. "... still don't understand why you won't eat from anyone else." He noticed, hoping the bird would enlighten him. "yo! papyrus! any ideas?"

His brother looked up from his cooking experiment. "YOU HAVE THE CONSISTANCY OF A MARSHMALLOW." He responded without missing a beat. He paused, then added, "ALSO, YOU'RE A GOOD LISTENER."

"...as much as i apprectiate that, i'm not sure how much that means by bird standards. thanks anyway."

(Forgot to ping ya... :/)

(Lol)

Frisk nodded. *hope their ok.*


Mistral chirped and nuzzled Sanss hand, and Sans could feel that Mistral had an idea. He wasnt sure how he knew, but he just did.

"...UGH! I HOPE YOU'RE GRATEFUL; I JUST OVER-COOKED THE PASTA SAUCE!"
The comment went ignored by Sans, however. He narrowed his eyesockets skeptically.
"....whatever you're thinking, stop thinking it." He told the little bird.
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Toriel nodded. "As do I..."

(Were you gonna bring in Biollante?)

(Its a good idea. And yep, but later. Nice to see you know your Godzilla monsters.)

Mistral kept nuzzling his hand, before looking pointedly at Paps.


Frisk smiled and hugged Toriel.

(*sputters incoherently* That's literally the only one I know aside from, I dunno, Mothra (because moth, Mothra, Motha of moths), and the only reason Biollante's remembered is because he looks just like the final boss in Sonic Adventure.)

(On another note, we're willing to call Cagney Carnation literally anything else aside from his actual name(s?) and I love it.)

Toriel returned the gesture with a soft smile. "I'll check again tomorrow."
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Sans followed his gaze. "what about him?"
"GREAT! NOW MY METAPHORICAL EARS ARE BURNING, TOO!"
"eeeeyy--"
"NO."

(XD

also Cuphead? really?)

Frisk smiled happily.

Mistral looked at his hands, before back to Sans.

(Come on, that's a decent name.)

"you... wanna go see 'im?"
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"I'll have to check later... Would you like to tag along when that happens?" Toriel offered.

(fair.)

Mistral shook his head, annoyed, and Sans could tell that was the bird form of nevermind.


Frisk nodded, smiling up at her mom.

Sans sighed. "sorry. bird cherades isn't my forte."
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"Now, what would you like to do?" Toriel asked.