It had been a few years since you took in Frisk. When she first fell in, she wasn’t too interested in leaving the cozy little area you let her hang around in, let alone the underground itself. Though your never questioned why, it never hampered your relationship, whatever it grew into.

While doing your own thing, you hear some commotion in the kitchen, the last place the chubby short-stack needs to be without you around. You walk into the kitchen, expecting a mess, though thankfully your there at about the right time.

Frisk had raided the fridge, mainly, if only in the pursuit of pie. She had gotten her greedy paws on a couple. Butterscotch, cinnamon, butterscotch-cinnamon, even snail pie. Snail pie? Why did you ever bake that? Whatever, back to your chubby companion who’s currently scarfing it down, handful after handful.

She had already scarfed some down, evident by the 3 tins on the floor, she seems sorta full on the 4th, her belly poking out a bit from under her sweater. She was sat on a chair, most likely meant to boost her up so she could get to the cookie jar, and or other things you would’ve stored up there, purposely out of her reach so she wouldn’t gobble that too.

With a burp, she drops the 4th tin to the ground, rubbing her belly with her messy hands while she licked her pie covered lips, glancing over to you with a slight blush.

“….h-Hey..”

She meekly muttered out.