I...um. 'S Christmas. I heard some people talkin' yesterday.

[Wouldn't have known on their own. Dates have become a vague and confusing thing after so many loops. Frisk chews their lip, then turns to Chara and holds out their hand. The Dagger lies flat in their palm, just as well cared for as the Locket had been.]

I should have...I meant t' give you this back earlier. I'm sorry.