"...I call them popato chisps," Chara mumbles, going a shade or two rosier. They knew better, but it... look, it was funny. And the True Lab, it wasn't exactly a cozy and welcoming place to be. Their words had faded to snatches and whispers concealed in parentheses. The Save Points had been as silent as New Home's, Chara... more swayed by the place, by the looming skeletal shape of the DT Extraction Machine, by the lurching, melting amalgamates... more swayed than they wanted to admit. Unable to find some encouraging thing or another filling Frisk with Determination.

They thought maybe it'd make Frisk laugh.

* What? You didn't do that?

"...Wait... then what did you think fries were made from? They're just fatter chisps, right?" Or maybe... it was monster food, right? Magical. Just made in the shape of something that looked good, without really knowing what it was actually made of? Would explain all the burgers and steaks and hot dogs that weren't really meat. No room for livestock, no crops to feed them. Just snails. So... sequins, glue, water sausages. Magic.