Frisk doesn't grab a cookie for themself - they're saving the rest for later. They nod at the thanks, and then jump up to sit on the kitchen table, legs dangling.

"Mmhm," they say at the comment, spreading their arms wide. They haven't been able to find the same place twice (because it keeps shifting around but shhh).

They let their top half fall backward onto the table, looking up at the ceiling. "N' weird," they tell it.