Frisk has yet to experience a Gyftmas, so the decorations are odd to them too. They've been largely ignoring them.

"No," they say in answer, after watching him pin his hair up. They don't seem surprised by the kitchen's choice of stock. They don't seem much of anything. They hold out a hand, curling their fingers in and out meaningfully. Give them one? Then, belatedly, they add: "Hi."

They think for a bit before rummaging in their backpack (theirs now, finders keepers), and withdrawing a sugar cookie, holding it out to him, their eyebrows raised a little. Here, take it? It's not raw meat?