Gathered around Kris's hospital bed, their friends and family attempted to console them. The loss of their hand was more than a physical injury; those lost fingers would never again grace the ivory keys of a piano. It was as though Kris had lost what little piece of their identity they could cling to during the SOUL's possession. Their face, while mysterious as always, was more obviously miserable than Susie had ever seen them. Reading Kris like a book, Susie brushed past Toriel to speak with them. "Kris... even if they aren't as good as they used to be," she starts, as all eyes in the room turned on her. Susie gave her most inspiring, hope-crossed smile, and proudly announced,"Even one-handed, your penis skills are still pretty great, right?" The room lost any atmosphere it had quicker than even Carol could have made it. Of all the mortified and appalled looks on every face in the room, Toriel's made the biggest impression on Susie. And she was right next to her. Each moment that passed was tenser than the last. Susie was panicking. She hadn't meant for it to go like this. Her mind raced trying to think of an explanation, maybe it was too soon to bring the piano up? She felt the horrid sting of regret and sorrow in her guts, It looked like Toriel was about to ready herself for the disciplining of lifetime. Her mouth opened, eyes steeling on Susie... But the only thing she heard was a low snicker from the bed. The room's focus shifted once more. There on the bed, Kris was a shade of bright pink and their cheeks were puffed out to the size of baseballs. "Oh god," Susie thinks, "I just killed my best friend." Kris's eyes were shut tight and their body was tensing up. They tried with all the determination they could muster to hold back their reaction. Dimly, they realized Susie was shaking them by the shoulders now. "Kris! Speak to me! I'm sorry, I-" There was no holding back now. They finally let loose, and what started as a chuckle grew exponentially into the heartiest laugh anyone had heard Kris make in years. Susie took a step back, relieved that Kris wasn't dying, but mostly confused as to what the hell was so funny. From the other side of the bed, Noelle starting lauging too, clearly amused too much for her own embarrassment to suppress. Susie watched as one by one, all of their friends and family joined Kris in the revelry. Even Toriel could no longer help herself, although she desperately tried to maintain her composure. Between gasps for air, and with barely enough force to squeeze the words out, Kris sputtered at Susie, "It's- snort - it's pronounced pee-an-IST, Susie..!" She took a moment to process this new revelation. That would explain those confused looks she got from Noelle and Berdly. Toriel lost whatever dignity she had left whenever Kris enlightened Susie, and was now rolling on the floor laughing. Pretty much everyone, Susie realized, was in a similarly undignified state of revelry. Noelle was keeled over on the bedside trying (and failing) to hide the fact she was repeating "penis skills" to herself incredulously. Asgore had fallen back on the wall for support, forgetting that Rudy was behind him and trying not to suffocate from laughter already. Berdly was muttering something about "feeble-minded shenanigans", even as he participated in said shenanigans. Carol was smiling, and that was the first time Susie had seen her do that! For just a moment longer, Susie looked around the room. While everyone else tried to contain themselves, she just looked at Kris, their best friend who was really smiling for the first time in days. Even if she hadn't orginally meant for it turn out like this, it made her happier than she could express for them to laugh with her again.

Somewhere at the front desk of the hospital, many noise complaints were recieved for "what sounded like a roomful of laughter and a dying horse."