They suppose the throne's comfortable enough. Frisk hasn't tried sitting in any of them yet--mostly because they were a bit filthier than even they care to deal with. And that's saying something, since they've fallen out of their hammock in the gardens and woke up in the dirt without much of an issue.

"Sure. 'F 'dreck' means 'dirt', anyway." They start brushing the worst of it away on the seat itself around her. And they'll probably pluck some of the more annoying cobwebs that stick to Duchess' legs for her, too.