A healthy helping of pie later, and Toriel's guests were happier, and understood their plan for the day: Toriel and Mettaton would take Frisk to get some new clothing, Undyne and Alphys would look around for some furniture, while Papyrus accompanied Asgore in getting the legalities sorted. Though she wished it wasn't necessary, Toriel knew that only Asgore could keep the authorities away until after the adoption was final.

Sans, who had drifted off during the planning, awoke and made his way to the front door of Toriel's apartment.

"Where are you going Sans?" came Toriel's voice. Sans turned back.
"I thought me, Pap and Mr Mayor were going to town hall?" was Sans' confused reply.

"Sans! Did you fall asleep again!" Papyrus was stomping the ground to emphasize his point. At the theatrics, Frisk smiled, which made Sans smile wider. Toriel giggled, and now Sans had butterflies in his stomach.

"No silly!" said the tall woman. "You get to come with me and Frisk! It was their idea!" With that, she gave her child a side hug.

"Oh." Sans answered. Toriel's expression fell.

"I, that is, you don't have to come if you do not wish to…"

Sans quickly sputtered a response. "No no, I'd love to come!"

Toriel smiled again. "Well, that is great! Come, we must hurry to catch the bus." Sans smiled as he left the apartment, Mettaton ahead, already planning Frisk's outfit, and the pretty lady and the kid in tow.
"Great," Sans thought. "Now I get to look at her all day."

Nobody noticed the devious smirk beginning to crawl up Frisk's face. A plan was being formed.

It took some effort to convince Mettaton that a thrift store was the best choice for now. The star wanted to take Frisk to a high-end store, something carrying his brand, but Toriel assured him that more affordable clothes would be better for now. Upon arrival, Mettaton and Frisk took off, going straight for the more garish clothes. Toriel advised caution, but knew that the two would take care of each other.

"Well, let us start looking for some more...tasteful clothes, shall we." Toriel said, turning to face Sans.

"Sure thing T, whatever suits you." was Sans reply. It took a moment, but Toriel snorted, trying her best not to start laughing aloud. She managed to turn it into a polite chortle.

"Indeed, let us not shirt our responsibilities!" she giggled. And as Toriel began making her way towards the children section of the store, she could not help but notice that the black-haired man was blushing. "Was it really that funny?" she thought.

After losing Sans to the hawaiian shirts, Toriel spent some time looking for clothing for Frisk. The child had been wearing the same dirty striped sweater since Toriel found them, and while it clearly held some importance to Frisk, a few new outfits were definitely in order. While trying to decide between some sweaters, Toriel felt a small hand tugging at her dress.

"What is is my child?" she said with a warm smile. Frisk smiled back, before holding out a large blue dress in front of them. It was low-cut, and had a slit running up one leg. "My child, that dress is much too large for you." she blushed. Frisk made a motion that meant, "I want to speak." Their voice was quiet, so Toriel picked them up, and brought their head close to her ear.

"Sans said you'd look pretty in it."

She couldn't see it, but Toriel was suddenly aware that her face looked somewhere between confused and embarrassed, and that her normally pale face had turned a bright pink. "H-he did?" she stuttered out, to which Frisk nodded agreement. Turning to look in the direction she last saw the short human, she found that him and Mettaton had together concocted the most hideous outfit they could find, which Sans was now wearing. The bright blue and green shirt stuck out, with an enormous purple top hat, that ended nearly a foot above his head. When he noticed that Toriel and Frisk were looking at him, he smiled wide and waved. Frisk smiled and waved back to him, and Toriel followed suit, face redder than it had ever been before.

After some time, the group made their way to the check-out. In the end, Frisk had a few new outfits to call their own, and Sans reduced his purchase to a hideous red Christmas sweater. It may have been a few months until then, but Sans was a firm believer that everyday was a holiday. "Very good!" Toriel said as she put her phone away. "Undyne just called, and they've found some nice furniture for my apartment. I just want to make sure it is suitable for Frisk. Would you care to come along?"

Mettaton, who refused to buy anything from a thrift store, apologized to the others, saying that he had something to film. Though, what he was filming, he wouldn't say nor could Sans guess at: he may carry himself like a movie star but he was only a Youtuber.

"How about you Sans?" Toriel asked. Sans gazed at her, and began to realize just how lovestruck he was. He'd spent the shopping trip trying not to look, because he knew he would stare. She was just so beautiful. Her long, white hair. Her pale, flawless skin. And her laugh? Sans had never heard a sound so lovely.

He couldn't have said no to her even if she wanted to. He wanted to hear her laugh again.

It was no small feat getting the bed the couple had found up to and into Toriel's apartment, but the group of friends did manage it. Until she could find a bigger apartment, Toriel decided to share her room with her child. It was a spacious enough bedroom, and with a bit of effort both beds managed to fit.

"It's just perfect! Oh thank you all so much!" the tallest woman said.

"It's no problem Ms. Toriel!" Undyne replied, with the largest smile Toriel had ever seen. "Anything for this punk!" She then proceeded to pick Frisk up with one arm, and gave them a noogie. The concern on Toriel's face was palpable.

After Frisk managed to wriggle themself out of Undyne's grip, they ran over to Toriel, and motioned for her to come closer. "Oh, what a wonderful idea my child." She turned back to Undyne, Alphys and Sans. "Frisk suggested that we might all have dinner together."

Alphys was first to respond. "Well, you see, me and Undyne were going…" she trailed off. Undyne cut in. "We're going to go on a hot date!" Alphys blushed bright red as Undyne planted a kiss on her cheek. "Have fun though you punks!" the taller lady yelled back as she half-dragged the stunned Alphys out the door. Toriel and Frisk barely got a chance to wish them goodbye.

"How about you Sans?"

"Oh, um." Sans stuttered out. "Sorry, but I need to get back to Pap. He said he's makin' lasagna, and I can't pasta that up."

Toriel laughed. "Well, lettuce talk again! I would like to get to know you better, pho sure!" At this, Sans muttered agreement, before leaving. "He seems very nice." she said to Frisk.

Frisk nodded their head, and giggled. Their plan was coming to fruition.