Chapter 10:

Magically Delicious

An assortment of foods laid across the counter caught my immediate attention as I followed my mother into the crowded kitchen. The smells of pasta, quiche, a soup of some kind, and pie filled my nostrils with a plethora of delectable flavors. My mouth watered with each item that I loaded onto a plate or into a bowl.

"It's a feast fit for a queen." Toriel joked as she finished her plate filling before heading to the table of friends.

"Thank you, guys. I'll do the dishes since you all cooked." I vouched. It only felt right to.

No one bothered to disagree and started to eat. Following their leads I bit into a fork full of quiche. My mouth exploded with flavor and I quickly finished it off ravenously. Feeling eyes watching my I glanced up to catch Sans smirking at me.

"Quiche kiddo. I didn't think you'd like my cooking that much."

Taking a moment to process his words nearly made me choke. "You made this?"

His head bobbed in a nod and he took a bite of his Papyrus and Undyne pasta. He spoke with the fork still sticking out of his teeth.

"I've learned a thing or two since you left."

As he pulled the fork from his mouth, I caught a glimpse of a blue tongue and he winked my way. I felt the blood rush to my cheek in an instant. My head dipped as I shoveled food into my mouth to avoid eye contact with the skeleton, who didn't seem to realize what he'd done to me.

I'd been so long since I had felt any feeling like this toward someone and none nearly as strong. I was seeing things out of context and I needed to straighten my senses before they got out of hand. Sans and I were friends, and nothing more. I shouldn't be thinking about him in any other way than that.

I glanced up again to smile at my friends for something they said but yet again caught myself catching sights of that blue tongue. I wondered as a child how magic worked to make such an appendage, and now I wondered if the same magic could be used to make something else.

"Frisk?"

Someone called my name and I brought myself back to the present. I glanced to where the voice came from and noticed three of my friends standing near the door to the kitchen.

"We're heading home, punk, but we'll be back tomorrow to see you and the kid." Undyne grinned and wrapped an arm around a blushing Alphys.

Mettaton smiled and placed a hand on his hip. "I'll make sure to bring her something cute to wear."

"O-Oh, alright. Goodnight." I waved and watched them leave.

"I guess it's time for me to go as well." Toriel stood from her seat. "Are you coming with me, child? I know it is a bit of a walk..."

I hadn't realized how tired I felt until she mentioned walking further. My legs told me no more, and my back began to ache. I didn't want to impose myself on the two brothers but I looked to Sans in a plea.

"Frisk can stay here tonight Tori. She's gotta be bone tired." Sans winked.