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Who: Asriel, Frisk, and Toriel
When: April 18th
Where: The Garden, and then Toriel's room
What: Two children get poisoned
Warnings: Sick kids being sick

A. In the Gardens

Eating pie in the garden was Asriel's suggestion. It seemed like a fun idea, and it was his favorite place to visit on the Moira. After exploring creepy prisons and accidentally revealing a little too much information about himself, Asriel just wanted to someplace quiet to go, talk, and eat some of the pie that was delivered to him in the mail.

Frisk and him spent the last few minutes talking about whatever topics came to mind - from space to books they've read, to what kind of foods they hated and Toriel made them eat anyway.

The pie slice that Asriel was eating tasted a little weird, but he didn't think much of it at first. But his stomach's starting to hurt. More so than just a usual stomachache.

"Frisk, do you think that pie was...?"

Not made right is what he almost says, but there's a sharp pain and he wraps his arms around his stomach. What's left of his slice falls out of his hand, but when it lands on the floor, small yellow flowers are sticking out.

B. Toriel's Room

The last thing Asriel remembers is being in the garden with Frisk. But when he slowly comes to, the scent of flowers and plants are gone and replaced with a familiar warmth. His throat burns, and there's a loud gasp as he sucks in a painful breath of air. Where's Frisk? Where is he? What happened? are all question that drift through his mind, but it's hard to coherently put any of these questions together with that intense pain in his stomach, and the whole room looking like a blur of colors that refuse to come into focus.

Someone... someone help... help me...

He tries to call out, but the only noise that comes out is a whimper. It's hard to form the right words, hard to think through all the heat and pain and drenched fur. Someone please.

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Toriel has to admit some relief recovery is on the way for both children. Seeing them slowly returning to their usual behavior is something that makes the sharp tension she has been carrying ease considerably.

"Flying lessons?" Is the question the child earns back, Toriel has to turn from cleaning up around the room to look at her child. Curiosity and concern mingle together quite comfortable over this surprising topic.

Asriel wonders for a second if this is something he should be revealing - but the cat monster was already out of the bag, and Asriel's all too eager to talk about his new interest. The switch from grumpy to enthusiastic happens instantly, even if that enthusiasm doesn't match how much he has normally.

"Yeah, Rinzler's teaching me how to pilot! Mom, you should really see it - it's so cool! I got to sit in the cockpit and turn on the ship and everything!"

She withholds her judgement for now, drifting back over to her son. Normally she would be happy to see her child so enthusiastic, but Rinzler's presence in this muddles her response to the news. "How long have you been taking these lessons?"

She settles on the edge of the bed. "I'd also like to know why you haven't told me until now, young man."

"I only took one so far."

Though he quickly picks up on that sternness creeping into Toriel's voice. He flattens himself a little.

"I was going to! ...I just wanted to get a lot better at it first."

Asriel's quick shift is enough to make Toriel's lips quirk faintly. Even now he can read her. "Is it just Rinzler teaching you or are there others instructors?" Even with the sternness a gentle hand reaches out to brush her fingers through his fur. Checking his temperature out of habit by this point.

The fact it was only one lesson at least settled the boss monster some, "Tell me what the lessons entail, please. I'd like to know what my son has gotten himself into."

"It's just Rinzler."

Asriel doesn't know about any other flying instructors. Even if he did, he liked getting lessons from Rinzler. When Toriel prompts him to, his enthusiasm winds right back up.

"Well, I get to learn all about what's inside the ships! Like what they do and how there's all different kinds of them! And I also got to learn which switches and levers do what and how the startup sequence is supposed to go. But the most exciting and best part is the flying itself. I was off the ground for several minutes, and it was so cool!"

Toriel listens quietly, watching her son's excitement build as he explains. It makes what she's going to say worse in her mind. Her hand brushes across the top of Asriel's head. Even if she's not comfortable with the idea of a child piloting anything, much less her child doing so- his enjoyment of it makes her wish there was someone else teaching.

"Until you can find another instructor, I would prefer you cease lessons for now. I wish I had been told of this sooner, but... I can tell you enjoy it."

Just like that, Asriel's excitement deflates like a balloon. The confusion and hurt come immediately after.

"W-what?! Why?"

Asriel is far from unaware about what Rinzler's done that might make Toriel want him to find another instructor. But Rinzler was a really good teacher. He didn't want another instructor.

Seeing Asriel deflate is enough to make her expression pinch into a sad but stern frown. Asgore would always crumble when Asriel was upset, she could not let herself fall as easily. "Asriel. Given his temperament and behavior recently, I am not comfortable with you having lessons with him."

Her hand drops away from Asriel, settling into her own lap.

Asriel recognizes that stern expression too. His mom isn't one to easily budge when she wears that expression, and given Rinzler's recent adventures, he doesn't have a lot to use to argue otherwise.

He still has to try.

"But mom, he's - I know he's done a lot of bad things, but I'm not gonna get hurt around him, I promise. He's not like when I've talked to him."

She sighs softly, but does not relent. Her expression is set, the clearest sign she isn't about to budge on her stance in the moment. "You cannot promise me that. Whilst he won't hurt you, others are angry with him. Others are willing to attack him, likely show no mercy to anyone who might be with him."

Her hand raises to brush out nonexistent wrinkles on her uniform. "He is also prone to losing his head in anger- in a way I am not keen on seeing you witness in person."