Toriel was baking a pie in the kitchen, though she was preoccupied with a novel. “Oh, my child, are you hungry?” Toriel could sense your hunger, as she knew it had been a while since you’d last eaten. You’d just recently fallen down Mt. Ebott, and were adopted by The Royal Dreemurr Family.

“The Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie is almost ready.” She smiled softly. “Would you like me to read you a book in the meantime?” Toriel offered kindly. “You could pick one out from the bookshelf. The colorful books are children’s books and fairy tales.” She explained.