Frisk reaches over and starts stacking the bits of cake on, sticking out their tongue as they adjust them so they don't fall, and then reach for more. Smashing the cake as an idea feels uncomfortably like a waste of food, but they've been here long enough to notice it all comes back somehow, so it isn't really.

The castle comment brings their gaze back to the other Frisk, faintly puzzled before it clicks; oh, the castle is what made last month happen, and while Frisk mostly enjoyed it (mostly, because it got really terrifying at the end), it's pretty obvious a lot of people didn't.

They're reminded of Kotetsu's nod of approval when they knocked over things, but it makes more sense coming from a them, they think. It feels like a shouldn't-supposed-to, but the kind that just makes doing that much more fun.

"Maybe if we make it big enough we can jump in it."

They've always wanted to try that sort of thing with the huge wedding cakes they have in movies.