"Rhyming! Lots of it. That's what I did. They were--just made up lots of silly songs, though, 'bout washing things or walking around and stuff." What was one they did...? "Sky's all grey, sky's not blue, but anyway, I'll just follow you! Did that one when I missed the bus."

They missed the bus a lot. And they usually didn't actually follow it when they did, but that's not the point.

"I don't either. Just sang for fun. I didn't..."

Frisk thinks they know which Chara this is--the one with the Frisk in their head. They don't know if they'll care once they're back, about any of it, but...might as well talk about it a little.

"My throat got really hurt. 'Bout a year ago, and I couldn't sing at all anymore. But there was a--there was somebody that gave me Determination. The red stuff, not the feeling. And it helped fix my throat. 'M really happy, but I gotta practice. Then we can both do it!"

Frisk leans again, resting their elbows on the balcony's edge. The snow's sticking to the jacket they're wearing, and they glance up at the moon. It's only now that they realize...it's really, really late. Not just for a duet, for anything. "...Are you okay?" Frisk asks when they look back, expression shifting to concern. "It's really dark and cold out."