[ It's for the best, really. If they had to live somewhere as communal and group-oriented as the pack of bleeding hearts that make up the Oran Berries they might scream. And the Canopy of the Cheri Berries ... really, could they not put a little more effort into protection from the elements there? Anyway.

* Flowey called out.
* . . . . . .
* The door opens.

A levitating, blankly smiling mask is what will meet Flowey in the doorway, up until a few moments pass and the rest of them emerges from ... somewhere. Wherever ghosts go when they're not manifest, perhaps. ]

Greetings. Please come in. No need to wait around on my account.

[ The interior has the look of a cozy, tidy place, if not a particularly lived-in one. The decor is sparse and, essentially, nigh-untouched from when they'd moved in.

The various plants scattered around the space and in the front, though— those look well taken care of. In any case, they'll wave Flowey towards what looks like a comfy little seating area, a fireplace roaring merrily nearby. Chara will drift in following him after a moment or two. ]

So. Still feel like following up on whatever that was earlier even after the time it took for you to get here?