That's an awfully blasé thing to say. If you're going to die, do it outside. I don't want your body decomposing on my lawn; it will attract scavengers.

[She sets aside the coconut and sits upright, flitting over to Frisk.]

I suppose you can eat from the fruits of my sanctuary, but keep a tally of how much you take so I know what to bill you later. A pound of fruit equals one favor that you owe me.