"Good! I was hoping I could see you today, my dear!" Toriel rises readily from her seat, moving to sweep Frisk up in her arms. She doesn't particularly care if they're in the mess hall. She is just going to give her child a hug and peck to the forehead.

"We can have something to eat." She didn't miss that annoyance, so she offers the child a slight out. "Something besides pie since I've made it to share with others."