"Dunno," Frisk says, half disinterestedly, and half reserving judgement. They're more bothered with the is rather than the whys and hows at the moment, although they wouldn't say no to knowing.

They reach up and... grab the tablecloth and slowly begin to pull it. A great deal of objects start inexorably moving to the edge of the table.

Frisk makes a small wave with the hand not currently occupied with this. "Mmhm. Same." The tone on the last word is a shade warmer than the usual blunt stolidness they've been employing. He seems nice so far, even if he's human.