Frisk drops the bird(?) carcass on the table, trying not to look at it directly. At least it doesn't have a head.

"I can do it. 'F you want, you can, though."

The drawer they open next scrapes, grating against their ears. They twitch. Annoying.

There's matches in there, though, which is nice and useful. They draw out two. "Um...you look new. Are you okay?"