Chara squeezes back without even having to think, and their lips curve upward. "Thanks." The fact that the lights in the room are half-dim to simulate night is suddenly conspicuous in their head, and they spare a moment to be grateful that Frisk visited anyway. Neither of them tend to stay up this late on their own.

They let go of Frisk's hand. "Can you bring more food next time?" A pause. "Like a cake? With a file baked into it?"