It had been a couple of weeks now since you'd fallen into the Underground. In that time, you'd been taken in and cared for by the caretaker of the Ruins, a doting goat monster named Toriel. One could say you'd essentially been adopted. Right now it was late in the evening and Toriel was reclining in her armchair, her large feet propped up on a stool and crossed at the ankles as she turned the pages of her favourite Snail Facts book. Noticing you come in, she glanced up from her book and smiled warmly at you.

"Hello, my child. Do you need anything?"