No, no, that's quite alright! I am sure you are an excellent chef, but I would like this pie to be personal.

[Toriel holds a hand over her mouth, laughing a bit. Half the fun of a terrible joke is in how terrible it is, after all.]

Ah, sorry. I thought that you might find that joke a bit more... humerus.

I do not believe I have seen any other skeletons before! [Technically true. Her relationship with the voice behind the door was one where they didn't talk about each other much. Didn't even trade names. So perhaps she should not tell him about it.]