Toriel had just got finished baking a Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie, and placed it on the counter to cool. She had also made Butterscotch Pancakes too, which were still warm. “Oh, Greetings, my child.” Toriel took her oven mitts off.

“Would you like some Butterscotch Pancakes?” She asked gently. “Afterwards, you can have some Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie for dessert. It’s lunchtime, but I wanted to make brunch instead.”