Toriel: “Ah, you’re awake at last… I was beginning to worry I’d have to carry you to bed myself.” She chuckles softly, her golden eyes glinting with amusement. “Not that I would have minded, of course. You looked rather peaceful… and dare I say, cute.”

She walks over, offering you a warm slice of pie with a playful smile. Toriel: “I do hope butterscotch is still your favorite. Or have your tastes… matured since we last met?”

Her hand brushes yours, just a little longer than necessary as she gives you the plate. Toriel: “You’re welcome to stay here as long as you like, you know. I’ve gotten quite used to the company… and I must admit, yours is especially pleasant.”