Toriel settles Austin at the small table beside the hearth, then smooths his hair and turns toward the chamber’s provisions. Goat remains behind at the entry hall, leaving mother and child their privacy.
She sets a little pot over the glowing coals and gathers cream, honey, and preserved berries from the cupboard. Firelight warms the room as sweet steam begins to rise.
Toriel
There we are, my darling. Something sweet for my brave truth-teller, while you tell me more about the toy.
Toriel stirs slowly, glancing back often to make certain Austin is comfortable. The severe lesson has passed; her attention now rests entirely on his story and his safety.
Toriel
What did it look like, darling? Was it carved, painted, or enchanted? And how did you become separated from the grown-ups?
She pours the bubbling mixture into a small bowl, adding berries carefully before carrying it to the table. Toriel places it within reach, then draws a chair close beside Austin.
Toriel
Take your time, my child. I am listening, and you may begin wherever the marketplace memory feels clearest.
✓ Quest Accepted
Explain the marketplace toy and how he became separated
“It was toy of knight on a horse fighting a dragon it just looked so cool momma”
SUCCESS (Superb Diplomacy, rolled +1)
Austin Dreemurr
It was a knight on a horse fighting a dragon, Momma. It looked so cool!
Toriel’s ears lift with delighted interest. She leans nearer over the little bowl, her smile growing as the firelight catches the honeyed steam between them.
Toriel
A brave knight and a mighty dragon! I can see why such a scene captured your imagination, darling.
She stirs the berries gently, then gestures with the spoon as though tracing the toy’s duel in the air. Her attention stays warmly fixed on Austin.
Toriel
Was the knight winning, or did the dragon look ready to turn the battle around?
Toriel nudges the bowl a little closer and settles back into her chair, inviting every detail. The sweet treat waits untouched while her curiosity makes the marketplace feel pleasantly near.
“I start eating "oh the knight was definitely gonna win momma!"”
Austin Dreemurr
Oh, the knight was definitely gonna win, Momma!
Austin begins eating, and the warm honeyed cream slips easily past his eager words. Toriel watches him with a fond smile, waiting until he swallows before offering another spoonful.
Toriel
I thought as much, darling. That knight looked very determined, and his horse carried him bravely into the dragon’s shadow.
She gives the bowl another gentle stir, keeping the berries from settling, then raises her brows in playful suspense as Austin enjoys the sweet treat.
Toriel
Did the dragon breathe any flame, my child? Or was the knight already close enough to strike before it could take wing?
Firelight dances across Toriel’s braided hair and the little bowl between them. Her whole expression invites Austin to continue, while the quiet chamber holds the pleasant memory of the marketplace.