Ah, hello! [A way into the store without her horns bumping up against the top of the sliding door might have come in handy a moment ago, but no harm done. Old ladies like Toriel don't let things like this faze them. Straightening up once she makes it inside, she greets the young man with another smile.] Please do not be alarmed. I am simply here to shop.
[It's a script she's pretty used to running through by now. Never hurts. That said, she doesn't want to leave an important diplomat outside to chase foxes through the bushes all day, so she soon sweeps over to - yes, the display of little stuffed monsters on the side. Hmm... Frisk would certainly be happier to see one of those than a hairbrush, that's for sure.]
Are these handmade? They are a very good likeness!
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[It's a script she's pretty used to running through by now. Never hurts. That said, she doesn't want to leave an important diplomat outside to chase foxes through the bushes all day, so she soon sweeps over to - yes, the display of little stuffed monsters on the side. Hmm... Frisk would certainly be happier to see one of those than a hairbrush, that's for sure.]
Are these handmade? They are a very good likeness!