Flowey sighed in relief as Undyne marched out the house, slamming the door closed behind her.

"...You really need better social skills than insulting people for the tiniest things." Frisk sighed.

"Like what? Flirting with everyone you encounter?" Flowey growled.

"Wait. Yes actually!" Frisk gasped.

"Wait what?"

"I literally got through the Underground by flirting with everyone in my path. It got me tons of friends, so why wouldn't it work for you?"

"Frisk no."

"Here. I'll teach you how to get people to like you through flirting."

"Frisk please. That won't work."

"Sure it will." Frisk insisted. They looked down the hallway to see Toriel passing by holding a basket of laundry. "Hey! Hey Mom! Did you drop something?"

Toriel paused and looked at the floor, wondering whether or not a piece of laundry had fallen on the floor. "What was it, my child?"

"Your standards. I'm Frisk, by the way." Frisk pointed a pair of finger-guns at the goat monster, looking very proud of them self.

Toriel took a moment to process the pick-up-line before collapsing into a fit of laughter. She leaned against the wall for a few seconds to catch her breath before continuing on.

"Holy crap." Flowey muttered, trying to sink into his pot.

"Alright. Let's start with some flower-related ones."

Flowey mumbled his disgust while Frisk desperately racked their brain for flower puns.

"Oh! Wait! I got one." Flowey groaned while Frisk continued on. "Hey. Are you a flower? Cause I want you to be my bud."

Flowey cringed very hard.

"Okay. You're right. Sans can come up with much better flower puns." Frisk admitted, before sitting down and thinking again.

"Okay, I got another one. Are you a flower? 'Cause I want you in my flowerbed."

"Frisk, what the heck?!" Flowey yelled as Frisk stood up straight, chest puffed out in pride. "You're too young to know this kind of stuff!"

"Okay." Frisk said, completely ignoring Flowey's words. "Now it's your turn to make one."

"...Fine." Flowey sighed, knowing the determined human wouldn't let him avoid it. Frisk's eyes shined, excited to hear the flower flirt.

"Um, are you a buttercup?"

"Why?" Frisk asked. "Because I'm your type?"

"No. Because you make me sick." Flowey answered bluntly.

"...Oh."

Okay. First of all, I'm sorry that it's been so long since I updated. I've run into writers-block for this book.

So, my solution to this is to ask you guys what Frisk should teach Flowey next. Just write your request down in the comments and we'll see what I can do.

Please let your request be appropriate. And all requests have to do with Frisk teaching Flowey something. Don't stray from the plot of this story.

Thanks to Kay_Likes_Pie for the pick-up-line Frisk told Toriel.

For any interested, the flirts at the end of the chapter are heavily based off a comic dub I saw starring Frisk and Chara. Flowey basically took Chara's place for this chapter.