The cupcake Frisk picks up at the seat beside them squishes in their fingers. They've eaten actual garbage that was better than this.

"...ew."

The food is hastily shoved back into its place on the serving platter. But when they set their hands on the arms of the chair, they sink into the wood in the exact same way. In fact, their entire body is sinking into the chair, and they scoot forward until they're barely sitting on the very edge.

Frisk glances towards Chara. "Bad cooking," they say, tone conversational.