Chapter 17:
Light Lunch
I showed Sans, Papyrus, and Toriel how simple it was to add the hot water to the bottle with formula and shake it. Getting them to understand if the liquid was too hot or not seemed a bit more difficult but we managed that too. The group was well on their way to becoming fit babysitters.
Arial stayed with Mettaton during the short endeavor and he had managed to change her outfit into a frilly pink dress with the MTT logo on the side. Sans grumbled about it being too flashy and took her back from him as soon as he could. Mettaton squabbled about Sans hogging her but the skeleton ignored every plight.
"Frisk needs to feed her." Sans tried to use it as an argument.
I shrugged and held out the bottle. "How about you feed her Sans. I'll help Mom make lunch."
He seemed to be paused for a moment with his eyes locked on the bottle. I must have broken him for that second. The white orbs in his eye sockets rolled up to meet mine as he took the item from my hand.
"I guess I could...I'm not a bottle to complain." He smiled and with that he naturally placed the bottle to her lips and began feeding her.
I left her in good hands and made my way to the kitchen. Toriel had brought stuff to make sandwiches and she was starting to lay everything out for easy access. I got a knife and began slicing tomatoes for her when there was a call from the doorway. I looked up to see who needed something and an old friend waited to meet my gaze.
My ghostly mate, Napstablook, floated in the doorway with a sheepish smile. He hadn't changed at all in appearance since my last stay here. His eyes were still sunken in and of course he was still pale as can be. The only change was headphones around his neck region that looked nice and new.
"Napstablook!" I beamed with excitement.
"H-Hey Frisk...Mettaton c-called me last night and told me you were here...I-I know you're busy so I won't stay long...I just wanted to see if you r-remembered me..."
I shook my head rapidly and would have hugged him if I knew I wouldn't pass through. The ghost was one of the first people I met here in the Underground. I would never forget him.
"Please stay. I could never forget you... I know you make great sandwiches. Would you like to help us?"
He hovered in the door a moment then came to my side. "I-I guess I could help."
With three pairs of hands, or rather one pair of hands, a pair of furry mitts, and ghostly magic, we put together lunch. It felt great to be with friends and taking a break from stress. The air was light and carefree and even Arial was calm and quiet.
Mettaton and Sans had begun talking about what the smaller would wear for our "it's not a date" date, while Papyrus and Undyne discussed who would be the best trainer for Arial when she was big enough. Alphys was bargaining with Napstablook about making him a body, and Toriel was attempting to defend him saying he was perfect as he was. Looking at themLooking them all, I could feel at ease and at home.
