"Sure," she smiles. "What do you like? I, uh, always get peach ice cream when I have the chance. But there are sandwiches and bowls of rice and meat at some of the food carts. And tacos."
The taco stands are weird. They seem almost like a religious organization, the way people crowd around and rave about their wares. It makes Furiosa wary; she hasn't tried one yet, just in case they're addictive.
"When I was a child, our mothers were always our teachers," she smiles, although she gets that that isn't quite what Frisk means.
Her brow creases a little. "You flirt with monsters?" There could be more than one meaning in there. She is, oddly, ready to believe there are good monsters. She's met plenty of scary-looking non-human people around here, anyway, and few to none have been threatening.
"Do they...like being flirted with?" She's trying to wrap her brain around this, here.
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The taco stands are weird. They seem almost like a religious organization, the way people crowd around and rave about their wares. It makes Furiosa wary; she hasn't tried one yet, just in case they're addictive.
"When I was a child, our mothers were always our teachers," she smiles, although she gets that that isn't quite what Frisk means.
Her brow creases a little. "You flirt with monsters?" There could be more than one meaning in there. She is, oddly, ready to believe there are good monsters. She's met plenty of scary-looking non-human people around here, anyway, and few to none have been threatening.
"Do they...like being flirted with?" She's trying to wrap her brain around this, here.