She hums, her form of agreeing. "Way to stay alive, more like it," she mutters before disappearing into the kitchen. She's back quick enough, a glass of water in hand. She has a preference for the sweeter drinks Allison makes, but there's something still awing about the clean, crisp water they have in high supply here.

She sits back down on the ground, taking back her plate and setting the glass beside her. She glances up at Toriel as she arranges everything. "You seem to like kids." It's an invitation to talk, the question of why lingering unsaid.