It takes a few moments before Frisk realizes that someone else is there, and they quickly clamber back down from having climbed up the shelves themselves to get a look in the higher spaces for that elusive butterscotch. Turning around, the apology that has been on their lips dies when they see just who it is in the doorway.

"Sans?"

Frisk's heart leaps in their chest, several conflicting emotions briefly warring for dominance. Worry that the skeleton is here at all, happiness to be able to see him again, guilt at being caught in making such a giant mess by their dear old dunkle...they hesitate for a moment before they break out into a run across the mess of a kitchen with arms held wide and tears catching at the corners of their eyes.

"You're here!"