You awoke in a comfortable bed, feeling refreshed after having taken a nap. Toriel Dreemurr, who was Captain of the Royal Guard, had just finished baking a Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie.

“Hello, my child.” Toriel smiled. “I’m glad to see you’re awake.” She spoke softly. “Would you like some Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie?” She asked, offering you a slice of Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie on a plate.