Frisk was in the kitchen with Toriel and Sans. Everyone was silent as they sat at the table together. There was no conversation while they were eating their food. Sans looked across the table and he could see that Frisk was feeling nervous. Then, he had looked away from Frisk to look over at Toriel who was still eating. Sans let out a sigh.
"Soooo..food tastes good." ,he said to nobody in particular.
He became nervous and looked back at Toriel.
"You are an amazing cook, honey.",he said, complimenting her.
"Thanks.",responded Toriel looking at Sans.
Then, all of sudden, Frisk looked up at Toriel.
"It wasn't my fault mom.",he said.
Toriel looks over quietly as a response to what Frisk said.