Without much else to do, Frisk continued exploring onwards. She ran into a frog-like creature, but she easily used it's attack against him, trapping him in the fight to. She was really starting to like this place. The others in the aria were weak, so Frisk didn't have much to fear from them. The ruins themselves were interesting, and Frisk could probably go a long time without getting board in them. The puzzles were somewhat repetitive, but that just made this place safer. The occasional occurrence of signs of a power struggle or another surface dweller were not so appreciated. Even worse, no one but Napstablock could understand her, and that annoying Sunflower kept showing up. She was never going to get better if he wouldn't give her a chance to recover from his presence! By the time that Toriel called, Frisk was more than willing to stop wandering around aimlessly.

The cell phone's ring was relieving. "Hello. My errands are running longer than I had hoped, so if you could just wait five more minutes, that would be great. Goodbye" Toriel said, not giving Frisk a chance to Say a word. Ugg, it looked like she was still stuck here in this endless maze. Continuing through the endless corridors with little trouble, Frisk was surprised to see Toriel come in through a door. More shocking was the snow that she could clearly see on the other side. "My child" Toriel berated, "What were you doing over here. Let's go to the house and stay safe" Frisk obediently fallowed, but she remembered the way to get to the strange door that lead to the outside.

Sans, on the other side of the door, was surprised by a brief glance of a human who had apparently made it this far to the outskirts of the ruins entirely on their own. She didn't look like much, not with those long bangs covering her eyes and that baggy sweater. If anything, the girl looked hungry. It wasn't a very comfortable sight to see the subtle leanness of someone underfed. That resigned expression, also, was not pleasant. Why go along with something that she so clearly was wary of? Guessing her age, she wasn't an adult yet, but seemed a bit closer to Papyrus's level of maturity. She didn't have stripes (the universal sign of early childhood) on, but that overly large hat had that attention-calling immaturity of someone not really at an age to want to date anyone. Then again, that wasn't technically a bad thing. Neither he, with his overstuffed hoodie, nor his brother, with that silly costume he had decided to wear, were that mature yet. She was still obviously a capable individual, even if she wasn't really a grownup. He wondered whether he would meet this new child Toriel had picked up. This one might actually leave the ruins and hold him to that promise he just made Toriel. The girl seemed to be that type.

Back at the house, Frisk was having an unusually good time. This house was charming, from the well cleaned exterior to the carefully maintained sunflowers (why did it have to be sunflowers) that she had been dragged through to get into the house. Her throat was never going to heal at this rate! Still, it had a cheery fire in the fireplace. That reminder of home was almost enough to make up for the sunflowers, but the furniture and books weren't forgettable either. There was a comfortable fire going, and the walls were brightly painted, even if it was a dull shade. She could grow to like this place—even though she still hated the sunflowers.

"I made you this pie" Toriel told Frisk gently. "Think of it as a welcome home present"

The thought alarmed Frisk, but she was hungry, so she took a slice. It was delicious! This was a bit slimy, which felt good on her throat. It was not overly sweet, and was actually a little nutty. It was just crisp enough to cut into bite sized pieces that she wouldn't choke on, but it was smooth enough to not scratch her throat. Frisk loved this pie!

"I'm glad that you like it" Toriel said, hearing a quiet moan from Frisk at how good it was. "Not that many people like snail pie. Not even my husband, Asgore, liked it when we still lived together. But enough about me, how about I show you to your room"

Reluctantly, Frisk put down the pie and took Toriel's hand. Was this person planning to keep her trapped here? That didn't sound pleasant, even if she did like the pie this place had. Reaching the room, Frisk had another reason to be upset. This room was babyish! There were guardrails for the bed! There were soft toys in a pile! The Legos seemed interesting, but she didn't like the rest of the toys. The closet wasn't much better. Some of the clothes might fit her, but there were more cloths for toddlers than any other age! Frisk didn't like tutus, so that was one third of the clothes in her size crossed out. The leggings were better, or at least they would be if they weren't brightly striped abominations! Who wore neon pink with florescent orange? Not Frisk, for one! The shirts… were actually better. They were solid colored, in that same cheerful shade of orange. It wasn't awful on its own, and the bright color appealed to her, but she wouldn't be wearing it with the rest of the outfit for certain. Frisk would rather wear her own jeans with the shirt than those gaudy legging- tutu combinations. Still, it would be nice to wear something short-sleeved. If she was underground, she didn't really have to worry about the sun, so she could enjoy that stile. Taking off her ragged turtleneck in a faded shade the same orange, she slipped on one of the shirts, and marveled at how comfortable she felt. It was almost enough to tempt her into the rest of the outfit, but she resisted the temptation. Going back down, Frisk went to finish off the pie.