[She smiles cheerfully, and gestures at a little coffee table in the corner by the window with a pair of tasteful but comfy armchairs open.]
Blueberry it is. Sit down and I'll be right with you.
[Muffet walks over to the counter, where she pours the coffee into a prettily-decorated porcelain cup and retrieves a nicely-warm oatmeal blueberry muffin from the hot fridge.
(Thanks Alphys, you've contributed great things to culinary science.)
She puts them both on a plate and turns back to Gaster, calling over:]
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Blueberry it is. Sit down and I'll be right with you.
[Muffet walks over to the counter, where she pours the coffee into a prettily-decorated porcelain cup and retrieves a nicely-warm oatmeal blueberry muffin from the hot fridge.
(Thanks Alphys, you've contributed great things to culinary science.)
She puts them both on a plate and turns back to Gaster, calling over:]
Anything else?