Toby Fox presents "Ambrosia!"

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Well, if there was anything he could say, it was that Toriel hasn’t lost her luster in terms of her ability to make awful, awful puns.

The two exchanged joke after joke, each providing each other’s loving audience and fueling each other with laughter and clapping. It was enough to take his mind off of what he had experienced mere moments prior. It didn’t seem like either Toriel or Alphys had paid any mind to what he had done, or if they did, they were hiding it really damn well. However, he was certain the latter was unlikely. As smart as the both of them were, especially in Alphys’ case, neither of them knew enough to call attention to that sort of thing, so their lack of reaction was more than likely based off of a lack of attentiveness than a polite attempt to ignore his threatening reaction to Frisk's friendship.

He sighed in relief.

During a particularly funny joke that Toriel had made that caused the entire group to start laughing, he took the moment to glance in Frisk’s general direction. It didn’t take him long to realize she wasn’t even looking at him. Rather, she was instead trying her hardest to look at the back of Toriel’s head. She had hardly moved from her stopping point since the joke contest began, too.

She noticed, hadn't she?

The scar that lined his chest flashed with pain for a brief moment. He squinted, grunting. He took a deep breath and mentally counted to ten. The pain went away. He prayed no one noticed.

It was then that Toriel asked about Ambrosia. He saw no reason to lie, so he told them where he had been mere hours prior. They rattled a series of news to him: their diplomatic intentions and Alphys’ surprise. The thought of Frisk as a diplomat made him chuckle.

“frisk? a diplomat? i find that hard to believe,” he said with the tone of a jester and a sarcastic wink, “i mean, she’s a kid, after all. that why you both are with her?”

Alphys seemed to sweat a bit. "Well... more like we dragged her along..."

"She did pretty well as ambassador, so who knows?" Toriel said.

He shrugged. “anyways, undyne’s not here, as you might have already figured out. she’s off in some place called coruscant trying to kill a flower or something. i got her number right here for you, alph.”

He fished out a post-it note, taking care to process that he did not grab his grocery list before he took her phone to dial it in. Alphys frowned, a bit peeved by his hand-holding but nonetheless did not protest as he inputted it into her phone.