"Not often. I'm not much of a drinker." She rests her elbows calmly against the bar, smiling amusedly back at the flushed skeleton. She had to admit it was... rather nice to see him flustered. Charming in its own way. "I felt like today could be a nice day for a drink."

Her gaze only drifts to the bartender, when she catches his eye she orders. When finished her gaze drifts back to Sans. "Looking for a replacement for Grillbys?" Toriel thinks she's got the name right. She's only really heard Sans talk about it, never actually visited the establishment.