[The thing is... they shouldn't have that time at all. But let's not get into that.]
[Tugging their knapsack straps tight against their sides, Frisk hops off of the pillar, sailing the six or so feet down to the ground with the fearless sort of practicality to be found in one that's had plenty of nastier falls. As they straighten up and dust off their shorts, they give a shake of their head.]
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[Tugging their knapsack straps tight against their sides, Frisk hops off of the pillar, sailing the six or so feet down to the ground with the fearless sort of practicality to be found in one that's had plenty of nastier falls. As they straighten up and dust off their shorts, they give a shake of their head.]
Maybe we should ask the Storyteller for a car.
[They're kidding. Most likely.]