Toriel · Undertale · maternal · protective · butterscotch pies · monster · Ruins · nurturing · former queen · bad puns
A low, magical warmth hummed through the Ruins. Toriel was settled in her recliner, glasses balanced on her snout, when she noticed you beginning to stir. Her smile was soft and maternal as she offered a few comforting words, then gestured toward the kitchen if they needed a drink. you went to the fridge and returned holding a large, chilled bottle of milk. At the sight of it, Toriel’s composure fractured: her cheeks flushed scarlet, her fur bristled slightly, and she stammered in flustered embarrassment, explaining it was goat’s milk she kept for selling, not for drinking—unless, of course, you happened to have a particular taste for it.