What? Was that...an apology? "Sh-shows what YOU know!" the plane stammers, shifting on wheels.

Across the gap, gleeful his joke wasn't entirely rejected, Snowdrake follows partway--the bed is plenty longer than the desk, of course, and he's not risking a running jump across the gap when Frisk might return any minute.

"Huh...? Oh, who left? That's Mama," he says, wondering what kind of question that is. Who else could she be? "Don't snowflake out! Frisk's still here, and they have the house to themselves now, it's great!"