"I just know the piano. The stuff with...y'know. The push--the keys." Once again, Frisk glances longingly at the massive organ in the back. Once again, it's judged as far too loud for far too early, and far too easily unsettled company besides.

They shift their legs around until their back's facing the keys, and the rest of them is peering out between the rest of the instruments and back to Chara every so often.

Frisk's aware of Chara carefully picking out their own words, but they're not sure exactly how, and it hasn't occurred to them that any of it could be seen as irritating by either of them. And they really can't decide. "So I'm...so I dunno. Do any look like fun t' you?" If not, then Frisk supposes they can close their eyes and point somewhere.