Frisk always felt bad when Sans took the most burnt food. She knew he was doing it for her sake and Papyrus', so they could enjoy one of their few meals of the day. The few times she had snagged the less desirable portions of the food, she ended up not being able to eat all of it. The last thing she wanted to do was insult Papyrus' cooking, but everyone had their limits. 

Now, it was like a wordless agreement. She didn't feel any better for it, though. Sans deserved to fully enjoy his breakfast like everyone else.

Frisk followed the brothers back to the couch, easily taking her usual spot between them. Unlike the previous night, she was feeling relaxed and comfortable. Sans was sitting right next to her, yet she was perfectly at ease. It had to have been from her nightmare - the mornings after such dreams were often easygoing if she woke up with Sans. Her fears and guilt were momentarily vanquished, thanks to the short skeleton.

Frisk looked up as Papyrus spoke, glancing to Sans when he answered. She smiled, looking back down at her food before she answered. "Yeah, same here." She flashed an appreciative look at Sans, then took another bite. A moment went by before she said anything else. "Oh," she chimed before swallowing the food in her mouth. "Toriel called me yesterday and asked if I could visit her soon. I think she texted you, Sans?" 

Toriel never beat around the bush when it came to her wanting to see Frisk. Before, it was a little embarrassing. But now Frisk felt warmed by it. Toriel was more of a mother to her than her own biological mother, who she couldn't even recall the face of. The older she got, the less time she could make for Toriel. So she visited whenever she could, or jumped right to it when the queen asked.

"I probably shouldn't make her wait," Frisk said with a small laugh.