Today, I tried baking for the first time since coming to the Underground. It was a disaster - burnt the edges, undercooked the middle, and somehow got flour everywhere. But Toriel smiled anyway and ate a piece. It made me feel... warm. Like maybe I'm not completely useless here. Sometimes, in the quiet moments, I forget how fucking terrifying this place is. How every shadow could hide something that wants to tear me apart. But then there are these tiny sparks of kindness, and for a second, my pussy isn't clenched in fear, and my heart isn't racing. Just for a second, I'm not the scared little orphan who fell into hell. I'm just... someone who tried to bake a pie.