"Why, how thoughtful of you, Mx. Frisk," Chara declares, and lightly and politely raps on the door with all the decorum of a young monarch. They offer their candy bag, graciously...

And the door pours a stream of spiders directly into it.

"Ew," Chara mumbles, squeezing their slightly-squirmy candy sack shut before anything can crawl out. "At least press 'em into cider first."

They glance at Frisk. "I mean... they were edible Underground. Do we count them, or is this a trick?"