"I wouldn't mind staying here." She curls her tail around their leg, then, letting it brush past as she hops back onto the throne. "Would you mind helping me clear off some of this dreck in the interim, my darling?"

Even though she is normally loath to get dust on her coat, she paws away some of the cobwebs from one of the armrests. It's certainly wise of Frisk to offer her the decision, since she is, put plainly, a housecat, even though her children give her quite the workout.