...that's the backpack he woke up with. He feels a sneaking sense of familiarity to it, but not enough to challenge ownership.
The cookie is accepted.
"...thank you." He sits up straighter, and sets the cookie down on his lap. Holding it there with one hand, waiting to see whether Frisk will indulge first. "This place is..." He looks around, eyes darting from area to area. "Big."
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The cookie is accepted.
"...thank you." He sits up straighter, and sets the cookie down on his lap. Holding it there with one hand, waiting to see whether Frisk will indulge first. "This place is..." He looks around, eyes darting from area to area. "Big."