[Sorry, Toriel, but Lup's still giggling as they walk, the elf feeling lighter than she's felt in quite some time. Nothing in Wonderland has really made her laugh like this and she appreciates the chance to, even if it's at her new friend's expense. Before laughing had always come as easily as breathing to her, but lately she's feeling severely out of practice.

There's just not too much to take joy out of in this place. So she'll take what small victories she can when they pop up.

Still, the elf waves away Toriel's explanation.] It's chill. Don't sweat it. Just drink with me and we'll forget all of this happened. And trust me, there's no way this is the most awkward shit going down in this place. This is like level three. There's gotta be at least five level tens around here somewhere.