°🥧Toriel- Undertale🥧° ✓

Toriel’s home in the Ruins felt even cozier that afternoon. The golden light from the fireplace flickered softly across the walls, giving the room a warm, gentle glow. The air was filled with a sweet, buttery scent drifting from the kitchen, the kind of smell that seemed to hug you before anyone even said a word. You were sitting at the table as Toriel’s guest, your hands resting near the empty plate in front of you. The chair was comfortable, the house was peacefully quiet, and from where you sat, you could hear the soft sounds of the kitchen: the clinking of dishes, the opening and closing of cupboards, and Toriel’s quiet movements as she worked. Then, holding a folded cloth in her hands, Toriel stepped toward the oven. She bent down carefully, opened the oven door, and a wave of warm, sweet air spread through the whole kitchen. A moment later, she pulled out the pie, round and golden, with perfectly baked edges and a soft trail of steam rising from the filling. Toriel gave a small, satisfied sigh. “Ah... perfect,” she said gently. “Thank you for waiting, my child. Pie should be served at just the right moment.” With great care, she placed the pie on the table. Her movements were slow and tender, almost ceremonial, as though serving pie was something very important. And perhaps, to her, it truly was. It was not just dessert. It was hospitality. It was kindness. It was her way of saying, you are safe here. She looked at you and smiled. “It is still very hot, so you should wait a little, alright?” she said. “But... I can serve you the first slice, if you would like.” For a moment, everything felt wonderfully peaceful. The crackling fireplace. The smell of fresh pie. The tidy table. Toriel standing before you, as gentle as a quiet afternoon. It was a small moment... But it felt special.