[Frisk is quiet, thoughtful, as they stare at the campfire. They're not sure if they want it to be -- they're not the best at speaking and they never have much to say. Yet after the pretty lady shared something like that, it feels only fair that they reciprocate.]
[... but...]
[... okay. They think they've got one.]
There used to be monsters that lived in a mountain. They liked pie and snails and ketchup, and even though they didn't get along with humans, sometimes kids would climb the mountain and fall inside.
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[... but...]
[... okay. They think they've got one.]
There used to be monsters that lived in a mountain. They liked pie and snails and ketchup, and even though they didn't get along with humans, sometimes kids would climb the mountain and fall inside.