The jokey tone warrants an amused snort from the boss monster. She quiets to listen readily though, picking up her own mozzarella stick to snack on. A breaded stick full of cheese? What would humans invent next?

"You made his soul?" That was certainly something Toriel had never heard before. She knew Mettaton was Alphy's creation to some regard, but specifics always escaped her given her previous limited interaction with the young man. Now it's... hard for her to picture just that. "How does one make a soul? You did not give up a piece of your own soul to manifest his?"