The Day After The End (OLD)

9: Hands

Toriel's House: Kitchen

Toriel hummed to herself while she
stood over the hot stove adjacent to a small empty mixing bowl containing a wooden spoon settled the kitchen counter. The golden crisp corn bread, the bronzing baked potatoes, snail casserole, and the butterscotch cinnamon pie she promised Frisk in the oven.

The room was fragranced with the sweet scent of warm sugary treats quiet in contrasts to the chilled night outside. Toriel breathed in the scented air letting it fill her lungs and she let it go, exhaling satisfied at her work.

What caught her eye the most was the sweet fresh, homemade,  pie of brown cinnamon sprinkled on top with rich hot buttershoch oozing and smoldering from the criss-cross streaks that shot through the delicacy of golden brown flakeyness like molten lava, as the dim snug light of the oven filled the room.

Papyrus gallantly charged into the kitchen and did a little pirouette making his presence clear, "I'm a strapping stallion!"

"Well isn't this a lovely surprise." She turned off the oven.

"Hi, mommy!" Frisk popped from behind her skeletal uncle's head greeting her goat mother excitedly.

Toriel smiled as her concentration was taken to Frisk's youthful glow, "Were you hiding behind there just to surprise me?"

The child just giggled and hid herself behind Papyrus's head again.

Toriel  leaned over to Papyrus and whispered, "Just be careful.... No rough housing in the kitchen."

"Will do!" Papyrus roostered, "But I sense danger is a foot!"

"But I see no such danger." Toriel smiled playing along.

"Feast your eyes upon the fire breathing dragon!" He dramatically pointed to the stove.

Toriel followed with a warm chuckle,
"So imaginative."   

"I don't need to be saved, but if you two wish to help though." She paused thoughtfully and then continued,
"Papyrus will you not help me take dinner out of the oven?" She offered the tone of her voice was in hope that he would accept.

"Absolutely!" He went on with overwhelming confidence, "This task is only miniscule to me, and shall be done swiftly!"

Frisk tugged at her mother's robes from the place she sat on Papyrus shoulders , "What can I do?"

"Well," Toriel bent down opening the oven door letting the heavenly smell of spices, sugar, and cinnamon escape. Papyrus walked closer and practically kneeled down letting the sweat steam wash over his and Frisk's face.

The goat mother's eyes widened seeing her child dangerously close to the heat radiating from the stove, "Papyrus, the child!" Toriel quickly motioned to Frisk.

"Oh, ooopsze dupzey." Papyrus stood up and removed Frisk from his shoulders and bent down placing her down gently until her feet met the ground, letting her go freely.

Frisk swiped a small plastic mixing bowl from the counter and placed it on her head. Grabbing the wooden spoon and tapped lightly on oven.