Yikes. Frisk has a surprisingly scary glare for such a small child. Or maybe Kotetsu is just especially susceptible. Either way, he draws back a little, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace.

"You've got it. No eating birds." Fortunately, his mind is already ticking over to other possibilities. "There's, like, a lot of meat under the kitchens? No idea where it comes from. But I'm pretty sure it's chicken. Maybe he can have some of that until we figure out a better plan."