Frisk sat on the couch and watched a tiny spider, one of countless in the manor, crawl along the armrest. The spider was tiny enough that it looked like a purplish bat on eight spindly legs, and it skittered across the armrest and along the couch's back cushion. Frisk, somewhat bored, decided to watch the spider's activities further.
The teeny arachnid walked along the top of the cushion, its eight legs working together in perfect sync. Soon, it crawled off of the cushion and onto Frisk's finger. It tickled slightly, but Frisk let the spider skitter along their hand. Most children wouldn't admit this, especially not human children, but Frisk found spiders to be kind of cute. It might have been due to the fact that they'd been raised by a spider for a while.
After letting it crawl around on their hand for a while, Frisk put their hand down on the couchside table, and the spider climbed onto the tabletop. Frisk smiled happily at the cute little bug.
Suddenly, a slender purple arm plucked the spider off of the table. Frisk turned to see that Muffet was now standing next to the couch, and she wrapped the spider, and many, together with several handfuls of webbing into a huge, impressively fat violet cigar. Muffet smiled and placed the stogie into her mouth, looking at Frisk.
Frisk shrugged, grinned, and took their lighter from their pocket, switching it on and holding it up to their mother's cigar.
As it lit up, Muffet said "Thanks, dear!" and leaned forward, planting a kiss on Frisk's cheek. The cigar in her mouth came close to burning them, but Frisk didn't mind. They smiled even wider and gave their spider mom a big hug. Muffet giggled and gave a six-armed hug right back.