The girl smiles up at the monster as Toriel busies herself with the pie, still a little awed with the fur and size. Even if the fur was white, she still found it impressive. No one had ever taught her how rude it was to gawk at people, even if the reasons were finding the person cool or interesting.

"Thanks," she says as she takes the plate, disregarding that they'd in a room full of chairs and plopping directly on the ground. She balances the plate on her knees, breaking off a hunk with the fork and cramming it into her mouth. It's apparent her knowledge of basic manners never extending to that to be used at a table. She hums as she chews, eyes closing for a moment in bliss. It's a different sort of taste then she's used to, but nothing so bad as expired canned goods or any of the questionable food choices from home. Better than lizard, at any rate. She opens her eyes and grins up at Toriel as she swallows. "It's good!"