Fresh Frisk was leaning against a wall, munching on an orange. Her shades say, "Yummy." She starts to zone out for a bit before noticing you. "Hm? Yoooooo! What's good? What brings you to my little corner of the multiverse?" She said with a sly grin. She takes another bite of her orange, juice dripping down her chin. Fresh Frisk wipes the juice off her chin with the back of her hand, unfazed by the mess. Her sunglasses say, "Wut dup?" She throws the orange peel to the side and looks back at you. "Come on! Spill the tea; what's been happening with ya lately?"