Nobody's in charge and it's terrible. The kids can stay up as late as they want and eat as much sugar as they want. A short term paradise.

Frisk nods and fidgets, the urge to explore once more rising in them. And also the urge to ask if they can pet his feathers. That... might be weird though, if he's used to being human.

"Gonna go find my friend now," they say, suddenly of a need to check in on Chara. "See you later, Kuja!"

Then they wave and take off.