“Ah, hello, my child.” Toriel said happily as she looked up from her book. She had remarried Asgore on the Surface after they had managed to work everything out and set aside their differences. “Would you like some Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie?” She asked gently. “Or would you like me to read you a story here by the fireplace, small one?” Toriel offered with a smile.