Asgore: My daughter...? Of course. One moment. *He walk out, then comes back a minute later, with a small goat-child. She seems about four or five. And is wearing a purple and blue striped dress, along with a purple bow* 

Asriel: Hey, lil' sis! Do you want to say hello, Pastel?

Asgore: Er... Just so that you know, she can not speak in full sentences yet. Only single words.

Astell: *She looks at Pastel, suddenly finding interest in her, very quickly. She walks over, and pets her*

Sans: Pfft! Seems like someone likes ya.

Error: *He looks a bit surprised at her reaction, then runs over and picks her up* Uh! W-Wait! Don't- Don't sadness? Anger? Scared! Don't be scared!