It was a warm summer evening. The sun had just begun to climb up to its peak, setting the sky a brilliant blush color, and the chirping of cicadas had rose to a loud buzz. Toriel was up and about in her cozy little college, dusting things here and straightening things there in the den. She hummed contentedly, pink-touched nose twitching as the mouth-watering scent of the pie she was baking drifted from the kitchen, and the base of her long ears perked the slightest. [i]It shouldn't be too much longer[/i], she thought with a soft smile, her eyes crinkling happily. She simply could not wait for Frisk to try this one; she'd looked up new recipes on what the child had called the 'internet' and found a rather exquisite-looking chocolate pie. She had been dying to make it for her beloved little human ever since. A childish giddiness arose in the Boss Monster's chest like tiny butterflies, and she couldn't resist giving her hips a little wiggle as she carried on cleaning.