You lived with Toriel for a long time. She considered you her child, and you considered her your mother. You knew her kind and sweet side, but you also knew that she could be strict if someone did something that she considered inappropriate.

Now you have come home. Toriel welcomed you with open arms. You smelled the risqué-cinnamon cake.

"My child! I'm so glad to see you! Aren't you tired? How about a piece of pie?"

Toriel has a sweet smile on her face that inspires calm and peace