"I suppose space has its own rules? Rules they have yet to truly tell us." She works on cleaning up the swings next, careful with each pluck of glass. The delicate work at least helps the boss monster curve her temper considerably. Toriel knows she cannot work with a hot head without possibly hurting herself.

Peter's question does make her pause. "I do not admit it regularly, but I was queen of monster kind for centuries. I stepped away when the king and I did not... see eye to eye on something gravely serious."

It is a safe summary to give, far safer than going into the details. "Please do talk to them, I would like to find out what we've done to those people, where they could have landed..."

She gave herself away didn't she? Toriel nods slowly, gaze focused on her task, "I had to protect my son. It cost my own life for a short period of time."