Frisk opened their eyes in a strange bedroom, confirming that, no, they weren't having a weird wet dream about frog monsters catcalling them. They rolled out of bed and caught the strong smell of cinnamon.
The lady who helped them, , brought them a pie last night. Taking their sweet breakfast, Frisk threw their backpack on and began exploring.
There was only one other room upstairs, peeking inside it looked like another bedroom. Frisk debated snooping, but…given what had happened earlier they didn't really want to find out what other kinky things might be in there, so they continued on exploring down stairs.
They ended up finding Toriel in the living room first, dressed the same way she was when she came to Frisk's rescue, sending the frogs running with a stern look. She was wearing a deep burgundy, silk gown with cute little heart buttons over the breast pockets. She was reading by the fire, a book of 101 of the dirtiest jokes ever written with no author on the cover.
"Goodmorning dear." she said, smiling sweetly when she noticed Frisk.
"Morning, thanks for all your help."
"Of course, I'm always happy to have company." she replied, sipping a glass of milk. The two of them chatted warmly by the fire for a bit, while Frisk ate their pie. The strong cinnamon making it a bit spicy.
"Would you like some milk or water?" Torial asked kindly.
"Milk...but umm where do the cows live underground?"
"Cows...oh, oh my, maybe I'll get you a glass of water." Ms. Torial replied, chuckling like Frisk was missing some joke. They continued chatting excitedly, until Frisk asked about a way out of the ruins.
"Why would you want to leave? It's safe in here dear. Surely you don't want to go back out and deal with all that caterwauling." Torial replied, but Frisk was determined, they (she, he?) They persisted.
"I have many books here to occupy your time. How about fun facts! Did you know snails have many culinary and home remedy uses?"
But still Frisk persisted.
"Did you know snails are hermaphroditic, meaning they can both conceive and impregnate."
Still Frisk was determined to leave, Torial began to tug at one of her ears.
"Did you know when two snails mate they first shoot spiked barbs at one another to decide who the male is, because it's evolutionarily more advantageous to be the breeder over the bread." She was getting a little louder now.
When Frisk asked one more time Torial sprang up and raced down another set of stairs.