Frisk and Asriel are free to babble excitedly about their fine new lodgings, as sunny as the weather in words and dispositions.

Words do not require a coldness of tone to sting, a lesson every human and monster here has learned rather well. If it bothers you so much, Chara, why do you not simply leave? They would, Frisk, only they are quite certain that would end in tears for everyone involved. Frisk would have come scurrying and clinging at their heels mere moments later.

Or are they wrong?

"Right neckst to them, one might say," they add, helpfully, smiling for every moment.