Even as experienced as he is in striding along in high heels, it takes him a bit of effort to keep up. Still, he manages, more or less, and when he's led to the tangerine trees, he smiles. There's even some fruit well within reach, which means he doesn't have to go through the bother of switching bodies.

"That's perfect--thank you, darling."

He starts plucking a few from the branches. Frisk probably won't eat as many as he picks, but they're not the only child in the castle in need of a good breakfast.

(He really should have borrowed one of Grune's baskets.)