[Lup's first day in Wonderland doesn't feel quite as awful now. Sure, her own brother not recognizing her had sucked something awful, but at least he hadn't, like, attacked her or something. At least she didn't come into this place dead.

Well, more dead than usual.

Even not knowing Toriel very well at all, the elven woman can easily trace the line of stress across her shoulders, the annoyance there at having your secrets just pour out of your mouth to people you don't even know. They are clearly both so over this event.]

Okay, you know what. I was gonna offer to like, I dunno, bake you some cookies or something, but fuck it. How about we get our drink on? Gotta be five o'clock somewhere, am I right?