Alphys pulled back, an expression of surprise on her face. Was that really all that she had to ask about the scientist’s timeline? Nothing else interested her? Well, damn, how was she supposed to get more information about this place? Plus, where did this woman get off thinking that she was going to be staying here as a guest?
Well… then again, she figured she probably didn’t have much else of a place to go to.
Alphys admittedly wasn’t listening to much of what Bonnie was saying about the menu or the other residents in Snowdin, but was instead trying to run over the information she’d been given and how she was going to get more information out of the innkeeper. Maybe just asking her her questions without having to take turns would work? Well, so far, these monsters didn’t seem as selfish as the monsters in her own timeline. Or at least, this one didn’t. Perhaps she wouldn’t mind a small interrogation while she stayed as a guest here?
Just then, Alphys came back to reality, realizing that Bonnie was probably waiting for some kind of answers from her. “Huh? Oh yeah.” Her face scrunched up, remembering Bonnie mentioning the flesh-eating thing, and now she was offering her dinner.. “J-just… get me something that isn’t going to give me nightmares.” She gagged a little at the thoughts of what the food here must be like.
Bonnie thought for a long moment, as if cooking something that wouldn’t cause nightmares was difficult. Truth be told it sort of was, Bonnie would just have to be careful about which mushrooms she used in preparing dinner for the little yellow lizard monster. “Here, come on, I’ll show you the kitchen.” she smiled sweetly, turning behind the front desk into a decently large living area.
The couch was worn out, but the kind of worn out of not being used in years followed up by sudden frequent use. The entire living area was like that. An odd thing to note for such an observant eye like Alphys’ was that a door that presumably led to a basement area had a welcome mat in front of it, with flecks of sediment from deeper in the earth of the Underground. A lot deeper.
Beyond that was a large kitchen one would expect from at an Inn. What wasn’t expected was how... sparse it was. There was clearly more cooking utensils than things to be cooked. That, and the power seemed to be unpredictable - the lights of the refrigerator flicked when she opened it and retrieved an entire pallet of various mushrooms. There were similar pallets that stored pathetic looking onions and potatoes but hey - better than nothing. She set the pallet on the counter, moving some slightly rusted metal bowls that were slightly dented.
“See? These ones are all okay~” she said, and the motive behind the little excursion became clear; she was trying to make Alphys feel as safe as possible.
Those long, mutated claws pointed to slightly glowing ones in the back, “These ones I use for medicines. They reduce anxiety,” by making you high ask fuck. “I won’t be using those in your soup, though~” she smiled pleasantly at her.
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