[Chara eyes the patch of sand indicated for a second before wordlessly scooting over to occupy it. Close, but not too close. They pick up handfuls of sand and let it fall through their fingers while they listen. The sound more than the words is enough to get ruffled feathers to settle, but they listen to the words too.]

It is a significant trend.

[Wry. They almost add a 'I wonder why' but. Well. This Frisk is probably better than them. Even if they're in Chara's role. They can't help snorting into a sleeve at the offhand 'getting over destroying the world' thing. They think about being called that friend. Ouch.]

That doesn't sound particularly nice to me. How did you two meet? My Frisk said something about being able to 'meet him properly' but they also implied he was very dead.

[They shrug. They wouldn't have believed it if there weren't actual ghosts in the Underground and if Frisk themself hadn't fit that criteria.]