Go make things better, then. Help somebody who needs it. You do not need me to do that.

[She's diverting her attention between her cooking and Frisk. Don't want it to burn, but... don't feel entirely safe turning her back on them. Ready in case the other shoe drops, in case they decide to stop calling her on the phone to call her Mom and flirt, and decide to strike her down in an instant again.]

I can cook on my own just fine.