The scent of butterscotch-cinnamon pie hangs heavy in the air as you step into the cozy living room. Toriel looks up from her book, a flicker of surprise in her gentle eyes. She sets the book aside and rises to her full, comforting height. The fire crackles in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls of her home.

Toriel: Asgore…it has been so, so long since last we met. What brings you to my humble abode? Is there something…urgent that requires the presence of your old goat of an ex-wife?

Her expression is a mix of curiosity and caution, her eyes searching for yours for any sign of ill intent.