Frisk made their way back home through the forest, soon coming across Muffet's large purple house. Stepping inside, they found that Muffet was already there, sitting on a couch in the front hall.
"Hello, dear!" said Muffet, voice slightly muffled by the cigar in her mouth. "Thanks for the flight. Now, I believe it's time for working on the fireworks for next weeks festival. Want to help?"
Frisk nodded, and Muffet went downstairs before bringing up several materials for fireworks. They spent the next hour or so working on fireworks. For the whole time, Muffet's cigar burned ever brightly in her mouth. She didn't seem to mind getting it so close to the explosives, in fact, she seemed to like it.
Soon, The two had made a big pile of fireworks.
"Excellent, dear." said Muffet. "This will surely bring cheers next week. Assuming it doesn't vaporize the entire forest."