It was a pleasant day during mid-June, and Toriel was lounging on her front lawn. It had been a year since the monsters were freed from the Underground, and since it was summer, the mother's days were no longer filled with work and she had free time to kick back and relax once more. She had decided to take advantage of the nice weather, and enjoyed the warm, calming air as she laid back in the worn rocking chair she'd purchased from a resale shop the day before. From a 3rd person point of view, her current position would have seemed like pure bliss, but Toriel had a lot of things on her mind that were slowly driving her insane.

Just then, a voice all too familiar broke her thoughts. Asgore padded up the steps of her quiet home for the third time that week, and acted as if the two were old pals. Toriel was unamused.

"Hello again, Tori! How's--"

"Asgore?"

"...Yes, Toriel..?"

"I..." The goat-like monster cut in, silencing Asgore mid-sentence and avoiding her ex-partner's gaze.

"I need to ask you something. It's been on my mind for a while now, and... and I need a serious opinion. It's imperative to me, and..."

Toriel breathed in hard.

"M-May I ask what it is, dear?" Asgore stammered, stepping towards the lady. His tone was filled with worry, and it was obvious that he still cared about her dearly. If she needed help with anything, he'd be there with her every step of the way. Maybe she'd forgive him. Maybe she'd want him back... Maybe she'd even start talking to him like a kid again, too. It was awkward hearing her address him so formally, unlike she did to everyone else. It put him on end. Hearing her call him "dear" or "honey" or even "sweetie" was much more approachable and assuring.

"Do..." Toriel sighed, staring into Asgore's pained face.

"Do you know the muffin man?"

Suddenly, strobe lights filled the scene and Toriel pointed finger guns at the audience while pixel sunglasses fell unto her face in slow motion and Asgore broke down sobbing dramatically in the background. Sans rolled out of a nearby bush and started squirting ketchup at everyone while Undyne and Papyrus dived out through the cottage's windows and began yelling "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" in a second grader-like voice.

Ahh, yes. Pure bliss indeed.