Thunder rumbled in Olympus as Frisk stepped off the boat. She hurried up the path, entering her mother's home.

Toriel sat in a armchair, reading glasses perched on her nose and a book in hand. A fire crackles in the fireplace. "You called?"

"Oh! Frisk, sit down." Toriel said, standing up. Her daughter sat down as she entered the next room.

The house was set up like the cottage in the Ruins. Toriel came back in with a slice of pie.

The two are in silence.