Chara glares at the matches a little. Where were they when they were fussing around with a tinderbox?

*Maybe they're there because you were having problems?

Thank you Frisk, for the further existential dread of what it might mean to live in a place that can read you as a person would. How helpful.

It's unlikely, anyway. The universe does not revolve around them. The simplest answer is just it's a different kitchen.

[There is if you have to drink it with a spoon,] Chara snarks, stepping over to the rangehood to give the other-Frisk a decent view. [I suppose I can settle for a 'sick thing'.] If it helps, it helps, even if it's not monster magic.