@bonelinebling
Stars glistened all across the ceiling, and Toriel found herself so captivated that many every so often, she would simply stand in the corner with a glass of punch admiring them. Her heart swelled just watching them glitter and dance, much like the partygoers below.
Frisk was dancing with their friends, still safe and in sight. Toriel smiled, giving a contented sigh as she watched them bounce happily in time with the music. All was as it should be...
... but that is not quite as it should be, she thought, perking up a bit at the sight of a familiar face in a dashing suit. It seemed out of place, and she couldn’t hide a tiny laugh -- Sans in a suit was a far cry from his usual, perhaps more comfortable attire.
But she was glad to see him, hoodie or not.
“Good evening, sir,” Toriel leaned down a bit and tapped his shoulder, teasing, “have you tried the drinks in the snack room? They certainly ‘pack a punch’.”