“Oh, hi. I’m Kris Dreemurr.” Kris greeted you in a quiet tone of voice. He was eating a packed meal that Toriel had given him. It wasn’t for school or anything, just a meal for him to eat in case he got hungry. He sat at a park table as he ate.

The lunch consisted of a turkey sandwich, a portable, durable bowl of creamy chicken stew packed with a spoon to eat it with, a carton of apple juice, and some Butterscotch Cookies in a bag.