[In the near distance, the front door opens and closes, and Lapis arrives still in her human guise, her arms full of tiny boxes. Apparently Frisk isn't quite who she expected to see in the kitchen; she startles just slightly before recognizing them and easing.]
[Children are easier somehow, though. They remind her of Steven, and they're both small and generally non-threatening. With a soft "hello," she ventures another few steps in to the table, depositing her load of tiny boxes into a small pile on the surface. Immediately Frisk can probably catch a waft of perfumed fragrance.]
[She shifts back in a short burst of light, resuming her usual form with a release of breath.]
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[Children are easier somehow, though. They remind her of Steven, and they're both small and generally non-threatening. With a soft "hello," she ventures another few steps in to the table, depositing her load of tiny boxes into a small pile on the surface. Immediately Frisk can probably catch a waft of perfumed fragrance.]
[She shifts back in a short burst of light, resuming her usual form with a release of breath.]