Despite Undyne's promise, Toriel was reluctant to let Frisk out of her sight for a while. Frisk didn't complain this time around, they were nervous at the thought of seeing Undyne again too. Her loudness and swift movements were intimidating in a way Papyrus's had never been.

Still, it didn't take long for Frisk to become antsy. They had gotten used to getting out of the Ruins on a regular basis, so now their home felt smaller than ever. And no, the irony of a giant's home feeling small was not lost on them.

Frisk was busy coloring at the table while Toriel corrected their school work. Toriel was having a hard time concentrating on grading though, as she was still trying to find a solution to her child's growing cabin fever. Toriel glanced over at the human, watching as they dragged the gray crayon across the paper in a near perfect circle. Frisk was becoming quite talented at using over-sized utensils. Of course, they'd gotten so much use by now that the crayons were no longer as tall as Frisk, so that probably helped. It took Frisk adding a long oval beneath the circle, and giving the oval two lines of antenna for Toriel to realize that Frisk was drawing a snail.

'Come to think of it, I should really get some more of those soon...' Toriel thought to herself. And just like that, she was struck with an answer to her problem. Toriel smiled excitedly to herself, and was now able to breeze through her grading. When she was done, she put down her marking pen and turned to Frisk with a smile.

"My child, I've noticed that your history scores have greatly improved since you started school. Well done!"

"Well, I did have a pretty great teacher, it was bound to happen." Frisk said, looking up from their drawing with a satisfied grin.

"Oh stop it you flatterer." Toriel replied, giving her child a gentle, playful nudge. "Anyway, I was going to say that I think this is cause for celebration! How would you feel about going out?"

Frisk instantly perked up, but didn't jump on the invitation right away.

"You mean to visit Sans and Papyrus?" They asked anxiously.

"I had a different friend of yours in mind actually. How would you like to see Napstablook again?"

Frisk positively beamed up at Toriel, and started bouncing on their feet.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'." Toriel said with a laugh, and just like that preparations were underway.

Waterfall was so, soooooo, pretty!

Everything Frisk saw glowed with an ethereal, blue light. It lit the path perfectly, showing the way clearly without ever being overwhelming. Flowing water could be heard wherever they went. The air was cool, and just a little sharp, like early morning air just after it had rained.

Frisk couldn't see as much of it as they wanted too. One of Toriel's conditions for this trip was to stay inside her breast pocket and not be seen, but Frisk couldn't help peaking their head out now and then. Toriel must have suspected they would do this, because she didn't scold Frisk for looking. She just patted the pocket if Frisk started leaning out too far, or if there was someone coming, and Frisk would duck back down again.

Frisk really hoped they'd be able to truly explore this place someday, but seeing their friend would be enough for today.

"Hello Napstablook!" Toriel greeted, and Frisk had to hold themselves back from joining in. Toriel said that the visit would be a great surprise for the ghost, and Frisk would hate to reveal a surprise too early.

"How are you today, my friend?"

"Oh...I'm fine...I suppose..."

"That is good to hear. How is business going? Are you busy with any other customers right now?"

"No, it's just you right now...like usual..."

"Well in that case-"

"Hi Napstablook!" Frisk cried, popping out of the pocket. At least that's what they tried to do. It ended up sounding closer to 'Hi Nap-ack!' because they didn't account for how much the fabric would give beneath their feet and ended up pitching forward. Thankfully that also meant they didn't jump as high as planned, so the edge of the pocket caught them under their outstretched arms.

"M-my child! I know you are excited but please be careful!"

"Sorry Mom."

"Oh...it's you..." Napstablook said, even softer than usual. "It had been so long...I thought you forgot about me...not that I would blame you..."

The ghost's eyes started to tear up, and Frisk felt their chest tighten.

"No! I didn't forget you! It's just that it's hard for me to get out this far, and I haven't been spending as much time in the Ruins recently." Frisk rushed to reassure the ghost. Yet the tears continued to gather.

"Oh...I suppose it's been a while since I went to the Ruins too...so maybe it's my fault...I'm sorry..."

"Uh, that's okay, really, it's not anyone's fault..." Frisk wasn't sure what else to say, and Napstablook still looked so down. "Um, why don't you show us around instead? I'm pretty sure that's why Mom brought me out here."

Frisk looked up at Toriel questioningly, and she nodded.

"Indeed, Frisk hasn't seen many business here in the Underground, so I thought a tour might benefit their education."

Toriel didn't sound nearly as distressed as Frisk did in the presence of the crying ghost. Perhaps it was because she had known Napstablook longer, or maybe it was something that came with being a parent. Either way, her steady explanation and unaffected voice seemed to help the ghost feel a bit better.

"Well...it's not much...but I can show you around...if you really want to see."

Frisk nodded emphatically that they very much did. It turns out there really wasn't much to see, but that didn't stop Frisk from enjoying the farm immensely. Even before falling into the Underground, Frisk had considered seeing a new place to be a novel experience. They valued it even more now that they had so few places they could safely go.

The holding pen they were standing next to was the first thing to explore. Napstablook explained that he had a bit of a mixed customer base; some wanted the snails for pets and others as a food source for themselves or other pets. Frisk supposed they were a bit like mice in that way, though they weren't sure what pets would eat snails. She could see them being a pet though, because some of the snails looked really cool. They were definitely more varied than the snails where they had lived on the surface, and Frisk thought of asking to take one home. They decided against it though, after thinking about how Toriel made so many snail dishes. Frisk was sure their Mom wouldn't do anything to a pet snail, but it would probably make the snail pretty uncomfortable...

Next stop was a game Napstablook had set up, a snail race. Frisk assumed that a race like that would take a long time, so it would be boring. But Napstablook hesitantly asserted that the snails were actually pretty speedy, for snails at least, and that the race only took a minute or two. When Toriel admitted that she had never actually seen a snail race, Frisk insisted they give it a try right then and there. Toriel was a loyal, long time customer after all, she should get the full experience of the snail farm!

Toriel laughed at Frisk's reasoning, and paid the fee Napstablook asked for.

"Yours is the snail at the very end. You can cheer for them...if you want."

And cheer they did. Toriel pumped her fist in the air and whistled, and Frisk shouted encouragement from their place between Toriel's horns. Strangely though, that didn't seem to help. The snail paused whenever Frisk spoke or Toriel whistled, like the noise was distracting them. Frisk stopped yelling, and that seemed to help a bit, but the whistling still brought it up short. And...wait...was that smoke coming from it's shell?

Soon Frisk was drumming their hands on Toriel's head and telling her to stop. She did, but not before sparks could be seen flying from the shell.

"Goodness! Are they quite alright?" Toriel asked worriedly.

"Oh yeah...they do that sometimes...when they're stressed. I guess the pressure was a little to much for them..."

"Oh dear, I'm sorry. We didn't mean to cause any pain."

Thankfully, the snail seemed to collect itself once things were quiet again, and kept going. There was no chance of it winning at this point though. Toriel tipped her head forward so Frisk would fall into her hands, and looked down at her child to make sure they were okay with this turn of events. She was happy to see that Frisk did not appear to be distressed, but was also curious about the thoughtful look her child was wearing.

"Can I race with them?" Frisk asked once all the snails had crossed the finish line.

"Well, if Napstablook is okay with it, then I don't see why not." Toriel replied slowly. Napstablook looked at the snails, and hummed thoughtfully.

"I don't think the snails would mind...so if it makes you happy, you can."

Toriel lowered her hands and Frisk ran to the starting line. They passed the first two snails, and stopped when they were by the last one, the one they had cheered earlier.

"Would you like to give the signal?" Napstablook asked, and Toriel nodded.

"On your mark, get set, GO!"

The snails and Frisk took off. Toriel had expected Frisk to bolt right out of the starting line and sprint the whole way, but instead Frisk started jogging, staying by the end snail. While they ran, Frisk kept making a 'come on' gesture with their arm, and smiled at the snail. Each time they did, the snail moved just a bit faster, and Frisk would match their pace. Before long the end snail was surpassing the other two snails, with Frisk still right beside them. They crossed the finish line together, tying for first place.

Toriel burst into cheers, having held back during the whole race. Frisk smiled and patted their competitor's shell before rejoining their mother.

"Did you see that? They seem so much happier now!" Frisk boasted as she was picked up by Toriel. She nodded.

"Hmmm, I suppose...having a friendly competitor made it a bit more fun...less stressful. Good job." Naptablook said. Frisk beamed at the ghost's praise.

Unfortunately, the snail races marked the end of the tour. Frisk was sad to see it end so soon, and when Napstablook saw this, he hesitantly invited the pair over to his house. Frisk jumped on the offer right away, hardly even waiting for her Mom's nod of approval.

Napstablook's house was an oddly shaped thing, with an equally oddly shaped house sitting right next to it. They both looked kind of like Napstablook himself when he was looking down, which was often. When asked about the neighboring house, Nasptablook said that a family member used to live there, but that they moved to the capital a while ago.

When they got in the house, Frisk noticed a spider web in the corner. Toriel let them down to investigate it while she went over and talked to Napstablook at his desk. Frisk scurried over to the web, but was disappointed to find that it didn't hold any actual spiders in it, just a flier. It talked about some place called 'Muffet's' in Hotland. Frisk had heard the name Muffet from the spiders in the Ruins, but they'd always assumed that was just the resident spider that made all the baked goods. They never realized they had a whole different shop somewhere else! Maybe Toriel would let them visit one day...

Frisk was distracted from this idea when they heard Napstablook stammering an apology to Toriel.

"Oh don't apologize for bring it up! We'd love to hear you music. Frisk!" Toriel called out. "Napstablook just told me he likes to mix music in his spare time. Would you like to hear some?"

"Y-you really don't have too...-"

"Yeah!" Frisk cried, running over. Naptablook tried to lift them up before he remembered he didn't have arms or a corporeal body, so Toriel was the one to place them on the desk.

"The computer doesn't have separate speakers...so you'll just have to listen from the headphones...sorry about that."

"That's quite alright my friend. If you turn the volume up I'm sure we'll be able to hear it just fine."

Frisk grinned and moved to stand between the speakers of the headphones. These may be quiet to Toriel, but to Frisk the speakers were huge! Standing right between them would be like hearing music at a concert! Plus, it would be a treat to hear something that wasn't Mettaton related or was Sans's trombone.

Napstablook's music was different, to say the least, but it certainly wasn't bad. Spooky, yet somehow more cheerful than eerie. Frisk liked it a lot, and started bouncing with the beat blasting around them. That soon evolved into their own wiggly version of 'the robot' dance. It wasn't until the song ended that Frisk was able to hear Toriel stifling laughter behind them, or notice the awed look Napstablook was giving them.

"Wow...you danced along the whole time...you must have really liked it."

Frisk nodded eagerly and gave the ghost two thumbs up.

"I don't suppose you could make an album for us?" Toriel asked.

After a very flustered Napstablook handed over a disk of 'Spooktackular' music, Toriel decided it was time to head home. As Toriel finally picked out the snails she had come to buy, Frisk couldn't help but be sad that the trip was over. However, they were excited to go home and listen to the rest of the songs. Maybe she could even get Papyrus to play them on his boombox some time.

"Goodbye my friend, thank you so much for your hospitality." Toriel said once they were ready to go. Frisk was back in the dresses breast pocket, and was smiling down at the ghost.

"You're doing amazing sweetie! Keep up the good work!" They called out cheekily.

Who knew it was so easy to get a ghost to blush?