Adam pauses in the middle of chopping up what looks like eggplant when he hears someone lingering at the door to the kitchen. He looks up, quickly arranging his face into a look of calm curiosity. He doesn’t seem bothered by Chara’s presence. Mostly because he doesn’t remember much about this person. Barnaby mentioned a few children. Is this one of them? Maybe Frisk?

He sets the knife down, and his eyes dart down to Chara’s hands, noting that they are unarmed. He smiles gently and moves away from the counter where he’s working. His posture is relaxed, even if his mind is working on overdrive to try to get any information that could confirm the child’s identity.

“Of course. What do you need?”