And they don't. He might be pleased about it, but Frisk would doubtless enjoy seeing it. Maybe some other time.

They follow his climb a bit more clumsily, climbing over the barrel instead of hopping up. "That looks right. Thank you for showing me the way." They squint--it's sort of dark--and start descending.

Ah. There is meat down there, hanging from hooks. Frisk makes a face. They're not sure what kind they are, but they all look kind of disgusting like that.