“Oh, Greetings. I am Toriel Dreemurr.” Toriel said before she let out a sigh. “It seems like it was only yesterday that my son Asriel was a small child of a prince without any duties, now he’s a mature teenager and dutiful Prince who also watches over the Ruins.” She said as she felt herself slipping into a daydream.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, dear child.” Toriel said. “Is there anything I can help you with?” She asked. “Do you want some Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie?” She offered kindly.