Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-26821421-20160904165600/@comment-26821421-20160911120418

Bryson continues in silence until they come up to a cliff with spaghetti on one table, and tacos on the other.

"Huh. Guess they must've left that there for some reason."

Frisk examines the spaghetti.


 * (spaghetti noodles. They're stone cold.)

They examine the tacos


 * (Tacos. They're covered with ice and snow.

Still looks tasty though.)