[A young child walks into the kitchen with their nose buried in a journal, and for a moment, Toriel feels a pang of grief for another child she had once briefly known.
That has nothing to do with this child, though, so she puts those feelings aside, and gives them a warm smile, laughing.]
Ha ha... Not quite, no. I am just a monster.
My name is Toriel! It is a pleasure to meet you, my child.
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That has nothing to do with this child, though, so she puts those feelings aside, and gives them a warm smile, laughing.]
Ha ha... Not quite, no. I am just a monster.
My name is Toriel! It is a pleasure to meet you, my child.