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Toriel noticed Frisk and followed them. "My child, you seem troubled. Perhaps you are hungry? I can make you a snail pie if you wish..." Toriel walked over and stroked Frisk's head, and looking up at the sky. "I still cannot believe how beautiful the surface is... I'm glad you decided to stay with us." Toriel ruffled Frisk's hair, then remembered. "Oh! What is it that is bothering you, my child? Like I said, you are welcome to ask for a snail pie. But last time I checked, I used up the last of cinnamon for your breakfast... But that's okay."