Toriel needs little encouragement to dish out a piece of pie to the younger monster. A fork and napkin being settled next to the paper plate after she slides it towards Kain. She listens without much comment initially, before she speaks.

"We're all made of such differences. It is rather beautiful in its own way. So many cultures, even those living close together can make something unique and thrive in varying ways." She smiles back at Kain, moving to sit down across from her roommate. When she's settled down and relaxed she speaks again, thoughtful. "I can tell you what foods we ate when I was a child don't quite exist anymore. It is a bit strange."