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The price to pay for a slice of Toriel's butterscotch pie is washing the dishes.
Susie, being the good friend and house guest that she is, offers to help with the arduous task of scrubbing burnt sugar off a baking dish.
Kris, elbow-deep in bubbles but needing more, asks, “Can you pass the dish soap?"
When neither soap nor answer arises, they look to see why Susie hasn’t responded.
“Kris, it’s not what it looks like.”
A bubble drifts from her lips and pops when it meets the counter top.
Kris hides a smile. “And you didn’t offer me any?”