[ Coraline is listening, between shoveling ice cream in her mouth, but once she finds something to say she makes the mistake of swallowing too quickly and winces for a moment as a lump of half-melted ice cream slides uncomfortably down her throat. ]

It's weird to just ask about!

I mean... I guess I'll just keep inviting Frisk to play, and see what happens.

... but I hope they're not secretly thinking I'm spoiled for having a mom and dad who love me. [ She rounds her shoulders guiltily, sharing down into her lap. ] Even if they're not here.