Frisk takes a nibble of their half of the bar, breaking the square off with their mouth and settling it in the side of their cheek to suck on and let it last a little longer. It's no MTT-Brand, but it's still pretty good.

For a moment, they're surprised that Chara doesn't have an immediate response for the thought. It's so strange, not having their friend inside their mind.

That smile, though...Frisk blinks in surprise before they beam right back, a warmth welling up from deep inside. Determination fills them up, deep in their bones; Chara should be smiling like this all the time, and they want to make sure that can happen. "You're welcome! 'M glad you like it."