"I have to admit, I was surprised when you came to me saying you wanted to live with me, seeing as we had only met on one occasion." The friendly goat mom smiled towards Frisk, who was sitting at her dinner table as she was standing at the oven, about to take a pie that she had been baking out of the oven. "But it's nice to have someone around the house. With Asriel and Chara being with Asgore all the time doing their jobs, it's rare to see them around here anymore." She admitted, seeming saddened about that fact. Admittedly, she didn't really like her children being part of the Mafia anymore, especially when she heard about Asriel getting injured. But it was what they wanted to do, and they were old enough to take care of themselves.

"Yeah... Living with Sans just... Wasn't really working out." Frisk shrugged, smiling a sheepish smile. Toriel nodded, seeming to take this in as she placed the now cooked pie upon one of the counters, allowing it to cool down for a bit while she placed her oven mitts aside. 

"Right. Tell me again, why didn't you want to live with Sans anymore? Was he giving you a difficult time?" Toriel asked, going to take two mugs of hot chocolate that she had prepared earlier off one of the kitchen counters, placing one in front of Frisk before she sat beside the human girl in one of the other seats. 

"Um... Sort of." Frisk said. When Toriel questioned whether she should speak to him about his manners, Frisk continued. "N-No, it's okay! You don't have to do that. I know he likes to give people a hard time. But eventually I'll get through to him myself. I want to." Frisk admitted with a smile. Toriel gave her a confused look. 

"I don't understand, my child. Even when he's been so horrid to you, you still want to try and be kind to him? You're a strange girl." She teased with a small laugh, while Frisk giggled a little in return. The goat sighed in thought. "He hadn't always been that way. Actually, when Gaster and Sans' mother was around and Sans was just a small child, he seemed like the brightest monster I had ever seen for a boy his age. Just like his father." Toriel laughed with nostalgia. "But then one day he just seemed to change. Maybe it was because his dad went missing, or maybe it was because of something else, I'm not quite sure. It's just a shame when good people go bad." 

She knew it! That skeleton, always acting like a bad person... If he had been good once, surely that good person was still underneath, somewhere... She believed so. Maybe he hadn't changed because people might have so easily gave up on him. After all, dealing with his ways wasn't exactly easy when all he did was demand you around and complain. It's not surprising if people just got up and left; why wouldn't you when all someone wanted to do was treat you like dirt? Sans was likely just a complex monster though, someone who you needed to try and keep fighting for until he gave in. She could do that. She could be determined to do that. No longer having to live with him would make it easier to talk to him, seeing as she'd be dealing with his yelling a lot less. 

"Well, if he was a nice person once, that doesn't mean he can't be that person again, right?" Frisk wondered with a small shrug. Toriel didn't look so sure. After all,  her belief was that the Mafia really could change people. Even if you felt like what you were doing was for the good or well being of others, you were still killing other people. Murder was still murder. 

"Maybe. But I wouldn't be certain... After all, I feel that when you kill others over and over again, it numbs you to any pain or guilt you might have used to feel for the first couple of times that you do it... Frisk, if you ever come to the situation where... You HAVE to kill... Please try to refrain from using it for every situation. Like my own children, I don't want to see you become a bad person. You seem like a reasonable girl, someone who might have had a bright future. You shouldn't have been roped into all of this."

"But the Mafia gave me a brighter future, weirdly enough." Frisk told her. "I used to live on the street before Sans and Asriel found me. It's because of them that I'm likely even still alive at all. And with all the food that Sans has been letting me eat, I've definitely put more weight on - considering I was getting really skinny, being stuck out on the street. So, I guess in some aspects they can help. They're just not exactly pacifists." 

"Yeah, they're not. But then this isn't a perfect world where everyone can be a pacifist. Especially when you're faced off with other dangerous people. Sometimes you have no choice but to fight." Toriel sighed sadly. She looked towards the steaming pie, which had likely cooled down a lot since they had been talking. "Well, I better cut the pie. It's probably cooled down by a ton now." 

"A skele-ton." Frisk joked with a grin, which caused Toriel to laugh a little herself. Had Sans been here, he probably would have appreciated that joke. Maybe if they're able to get Gaster back, like Sans seems to so desperately want, maybe he would start acting like his old self again. Maybe...

Cutting two slices out of the pie, Toriel placed one on one plate, and one on the other, once again placing them in their spots on the table, before handing Frisk a fork. "I hope you enjoy. It might not be up to my usual standard but... It's better than nothing." she smiled, going to take a bite out of her own pie. Frisk looked down at her plate, before placing a forkful of pie into her mouth. She couldn't help but make a sound of appreciation of the taste as the flavours of butterscotch and cinnamon danced its way along her tongue.

"This is good! Thank you, mom." Frisk had decided to say, remembering that Sans had said that she was like the mom of the Mafia after all. And she didn't really have parents of her own anymore, she hadn't since three years ago. Maybe it would be nice to have a motherly figure again, seeing as she didn't have much else right now. The goat woman was surprised by Frisk's use of the word "mom", but it wasn't long before she smiled widely, appearing to like the title.

"You're welcome, my child. I'm happy you like it." she beamed, before continuing to eat her own pie. Weird to think how before that day she ran into the skeleton and the goat, she didn't know any of the people that she knew now, or the fact that a Mafia even existed. It was almost like she had been zapped into a whole other world that day. Sometimes she hated it; it was days like this that she liked it.

And she'd like it more often when she was able to bring back the person that Sans might have once been. She could do it. She knew she could.