“So…” Toriel couldn’t get much further before The Window Breaking Papyrus leapt out through one of the windows from the restaurant spooking her and Pinkie as they were walking up.
“Ahah, no one expects the skeleton in position! My weapons are bare bones jokes, pillows, fun, party tricks, comfy chairs and silliness! Wait a minute…” The Lost Papyrus pulled out a script; he got an angry look on his face and stomped his right foot in anger several times before he walked off. “Sans, this isn’t one of my scripts for talking to a human at all! I was trying to introduce myself to the pony’s celebrity friend and now you’ve gone and ruined it!”
“Well he did surprise us by breaking through the window.” A giggling Pinkie watched as Toriel started gather the shards of broken glass in her magic. With a flaming glow coming off each hand, the goat woman made each piece of the shattered window start piecing itself back together.
“That he did, now let’s go inside.” Toriel smiled a bit at Pinkie opened the door for her. “Go ahead my sweet little pie.”
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Pinkie slammed the other door as she stepped into the restaurant with an attitude befitting a southwestern cow pony. She looked around and saw various beings in this den of equity.
“Table for two…” Pinkie said seriously and in a drastic dark tone. Looking at the bartender she noted that he seemed to either be on fire or made of it, he simply just pointed out a booth. Nodding, Pinkie happily skipped her way to the table.
“Oh Pinkie, you’ll never cease to amaze me with how random you arrrgh…” Toriel had only taken about two steps into the restaurant before she ended up getting dog piled. Quite literally all the royal guard dogs they had met on their way into town previously were now all on top of her. Pilaf was the heaviest of them and squashing them all with his magic suit of armor and had a goofy smile on his face as he was doing so. “I love all of you to, now please get off of me as I think you’re love is currently crushing my spine.”
Dogaressa managed to lick Toriel’s face before wiggling out from under Pilaf and Risotto was trying his best to alleviate the queen of his brother’s massive mystically enhanced weight. Dogamy was the next to escaped following Dogaress back to the nearby table while getting in his own lick, Doggo managed to get in a lick or two before escaping leaving poor Risotto to take Pilaf’s weight all by himself, the little guy was having a hard time of it until Toriel manage to whistle the big guy off of herself.
Standing up and dusting her robe off, a happy Toriel shook her head and made her way for the table. She only stopped to stare at Pinkie who was now wearing a nice red sparkling dress that she hadn’t had on previously walking through the doors. It made her feel entirely underdressed for the occasion; it was also questionable as to where Pinkie could have gotten a dress from so fast. The pony’s saddlebags were sitting off to the side and she could see only the scarf sticking out of it. Getting a good long look at it, the dress was quite flattering to pony’s ‘well filled out’ curves.
“I’m going to let that one slide, because my curves are nicely animated thank you very much.” Pinkie said with an admirable amount of self control. “Say Tori, all the guard dogs see you as a mother right?”
“Yes, but why do you ask when you know that?” Toriel sat down and continued to stare at the pony wearing the dress, it was a little off-putting considering Pinkie ran around ‘sans’ clothes all the time. This led to the thought of Pinkie actually wearing Sans clothing and she held a hand up to her face snorted lightly at the thought.
“So would you say you’re their… Mom-ster?” Both of them started giggling at the bad pun, they were going to waiting before they ordered their food and Pinkie thought the best way to wait was to have a little fun. She had to keep her date entertained after all, aside from being herself she didn’t know what else to do.
“Oh you want to play do you?” Toriel leaned forward placing her elbows on the table while putting her chin in her hands to stare at Pinkie. “You know it must be so tiring for you.”
“What must be tiring for me?” Pinkie asked while tilting her head in confused manner.
“It must be so tiring, being adorable as you are all the time.” With a smile Toriel got Pinkie blushing and rubbing the back of her head with a shy smile, the pony certainly didn’t mind her flirting.
“Are those hearts in your eyes or are you just happy to see me?” Staring the goat lady in the eyes, Pinkie knew Toriel was slightly happy given her pupils were little hearts once more.
“I’ve been told that when I’m happy, others are happy. I’ve been wondering about something for a while so...” Toriel reached over with her right hand and poked Pinkie on the nose and she let out a squeaking noise. “Oh my goodness, that was cute.”
A throat clearing itself brought their attentions away from each other and to the flaming headed humanoid wearing glasses, a nearby lazy looking duck monster started talking.
“Welcome to Grillby’s, I’m the proprietor of this establishment Grillby. Would you like the grill or the bees?” The flaming headed man nodded to the duck that was being the voice for him. For someone who was made out of fire, the fine suit he wore wasn’t catching fire at all; he also seemed to be constantly cleaning a single glass.
“Oh no, not the bees, not the bees, I’ve got to protect my eyes!” Pinkie then covered her face with her hooves after peaking around for a moment she decided to add to the duck and the flaming head monster. “Look, don’t grill me about this or I’ll start to whicker, man! In all seriousness, what are your vegan options?”
“I’ll just put you down for some fries, with a browned bean curd, onion and spices burger. What would you like to drink; don’t ask for water as I don’t touch the stuff. I’ve got wine and other various forms of fruit juice, cola and some other things. Would you like ketchup and mustard with that order?” After chuckling dryly the duck motioned to Grillby who waited for Pinkie’s answer.
“Do you have apple, pomegranate, cranberry or raspberry juice? I like one or more of those mixed together, all three if possible.” The pink pony got what she thought was a nod from the flickering head and then she added. “I won’t say no to mustard or ketchup, also the food you suggested should be adequate enough for me.”
“I believe we do have at least one of those juices in stock. Now what do you want miss as I’ve already assisted you’re lovely friend here?” The flaming headed man looked to have run the restaurant almost solo and sounded to be rather friendly, if the duck talking for him was anything to go by.
“Well… snail in a garden salad with a carrot and pepper vinaigrette, some fries and a tin can if you have any.” Feeling a little silly about ordering a tin can, Toriel looked to Pinkie for her reaction and she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary on Pinkie’s face. “I would also like the pomegranate juice or apple, if not then any juice would be fine Mr. Grillby.”
“Right then, I shall be back with your order eventually. Also ignore my cousin if he comes in and steals a bottle or two of alcohol, he’s a bit of a crazy guy.” With the duck finished speaking for him, Grillby bowed and left them to converse. “That’s the Grillbz cousin by the way, not mine personally.”
“Really what does his cousin look like?” If one were to ask like Pinkie had, then you should expect an immediate appearance of said cousin.
“Like a flaming headed man, except he can actually talk. Also he’s constantly drunk and wearing western stuff and wielding pistols.” The duck monster answered lazily. “Hasn’t managed to shoot anyone yet and not for the lack of trying mind you.”
“Oh you mean like that guy?” As soon as Toriel pointed him out, every monster in the room turned towards the wild smiling flaming head wildly wavering around on his feet. The monster was holding an empty bottle, his face was a creepy flaming smile and he had two holstered guns on him.
“Yeah like… ah crap it’s Flame Face. Everybody sit completely still, he can’t hurt you if you don’t do anything. How did he even get in here into the middle of the room without any of us noticing him?” The duck didn’t so much as move after he finished talking and watched as the bandolier wearing monster stumbled around a bit.
“Trololololo… wait… where am I again? Ah right, booze run, wrestling… stuff… hey there’s a protagonist!” The flaming head monster stumbled about a bit, before he quite speedily pulled both his guns with a twirl and tried to fire them at Pinkie. This made Toriel dive over to the pony’s side of the booth with closed eyes to hear clicking noises. “Oh right… forgot to… what was it again? Reload, yeah I forgot my bullets again. Wow, I am sucking at defeating heroes. Oh right… booze!”
The flaming headed individual ran towards the counter and flopped over it, then he staggered to his feet with the spurred boots and grabbed two bottles of tequila and disappeared in a flash of fire. After a moment he reappeared.
“Right I fortress… forbearing… forget to… apple guise… Apollo demise… asshole lies… asking flies… acting dies… auto replies…. what’s that word with the A in it again? Sorry for… attacking the gato… no wait… too punk… skunk… pink right, she’s pink… she’s not even the right protagonist anyway!” With that the flaming headed monster with the freaky smile disappeared again leaving a few words drifting on the air. “I need to drink more; I’m starting to feel bad again.”
“He seemed fun.” The slightly wistful Pinkie said with a sigh. “He was a handsome bad boy too, what a bright cheery smile for such an evil constantly drunk flaming headed guy!”
“Well of course it was bright; his head is made up of living flames!” Toriel pulled Pinkie to her chest. “I’m so glad that he didn’t hurt anyone.”
“It’s alright Tori, no harm, no fowl to be had!” The two birds sitting at the bars counter squawked angrily at Pinkie. “Right sorry, that guy was all bark and no bite!”
Now all the dogs were looking at Pinkie flatly, it took Pinkie a moment to realize what the stares were all about. She gave them a wide cheesy grin that was sheepish in nature.
“I’m sorry to you guys as well, what am I supposed to say? He was flaming hot and I sometimes get tongue tied around hot people that I think would be fun at parties.” Pinkie noticed the goat lady across from her frowning while rolling two small fireballs around in her right hand. “Oh come on… you’re the hottest person in the room! You can’t possibly be angry with me over having an odd attraction to someone who attempted to kill me out of the orange!”
It wasn’t out of the blue because Flame Face was at the orange level of flames, which is weaker than Toriel’s bluish white hot meteor strike a few chapters ago. Now the attack she did was out of the blue, but it did help with making sure The Jerry stayed far away from all of this only to be mentioned consistently afterwards such as right now.
Toriel with a bland look on her face snuffed out the fire by clenching her hand and looked Pinkie sternly in the eyes for a moment. She then quickly leaned forward and pecked Pinkie on the lips before pulling back with a smirk on her face. The loveable queen with the shy blush on her face could see the pony’s ears sticking straight up and her tail lifted slightly beneath her dress.
“I think Grillby might take issue with that, but I certainly won’t.” Smiling, Toriel leaned back and waited to see what Pinkie’s response to that would be. The pony sure knew how to flirt perfectly well when she wasn’t having hoof in mouth disease. “So that story you told, it has two sides to it doesn’t it? The leaders and their advisers, if they had not the foresight to bring their advisers then they would have been left to those cold creatures. Even if they weren’t necessarily bad leaders, they came around and together in the end right?”
“You have to sometimes to accept the bad with the good. Sometimes you need the bad to balance things out and remind you of what you have and what’s important. Not even I can be perfectly peppy and happy all the time no matter how hard I try. My cutie mark is about make others smile with my antics, even when I can’t seem to find my own grin.” The food had arrived and was being placed on the table along with their drinks, Pinkie sniffed her burger curiously and her mouth started to water. She’d definitely wanted Grillby to meet Spike; the little guy could stand to learn how grill and barbecue with the best of them since this food smelled perfectly made.
Picking up her sandwich and after adding copious amounts of ketchup and mustard, she took her first bite. The pony chewed with a smile on her face as she gave off a happy hum. She was trying to ignore Toriel eating the fresh live snails and their shells in her salad; she was practically using the snails as croutons.
The goat lady’s tongue was licking the slime off her lips; it tasted as good as what the pony seemed to be getting in flavor judging by her messy face. She slowly slid her tongue along her upper lip and around the tiny little fangs she had, she was in thought about something as she stared at that messy face.
“Hope you don’t mind me doing this.” Toriel plucked a fry from her basket and swiped it across Pinkie’s messy face cleaning it up slightly; she proceeded to toss the lone fried potato chunk into her mouth to chew slowly. “Because I just can’t help myself when it comes to getting another taste of how sweet you are.”
“You’ve had a lot of practice at this haven’t you?” Pinkie asked after getting so many flirtatious maneuvers from the goat lady was causing her face to be as red as the dress she had on. She was happy that her goat-friend didn’t mind her messy eating habits.
“Oh I’m quite the ‘bleating’ heart Pinkie, when it comes to being romantic that is. Especially after I ‘goat’ to know you, you know instead of staying all ‘baa’ myself.” They both couldn’t keep a straight face after Toriel’s comments and puns, especially considering she actually bleated in a cute manner. They both were breaking out into a fit of giggles.
“I’m glad I can ‘stirrup’ these emotions in you Tori. I know being ‘saddle’ make you frown, but that’s just ‘bridle’ talk. Let’s say we get to the real stuff, ‘whinny’ going to talk dessert?” The puns came so easily off her lips as she looked at the hearts in Toriel’s eyes. The heart shaped pupils had grown to a larger size, seeing her that happy was letting Pinkie know that the date was going spectacularly. “Hey can you do fried nice cream Mr. Grillby?”
“I ‘foaled’; oh great now they’ve got me doing puns too!” Doggo caused everyone to start laughing as he tossed his card down on the table, the card game was running between the four guards in the background and Risotto was doing his own thing on the side. They couldn’t help but hear the pony making Toriel happy and were happy to see their Goat Mother being cheerful.
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Outside Grillby’s at this moment Sans was looking through the window at Toriel oddly, he felt that something was off with his friend. Though he was certainly glad he didn’t have to pay for the damages Papyrus caused to his favorite restaurant, he felt a little uneasy about something. Toriel dating Pinkie didn’t bother him at all; something else however was tickling at the back of his skull.
Sans shrugged, he was sure that whatever it was, it wasn’t life threatening to anyone at this moment in time to warrant any worry. Now he had an important mission… to go plant fart cushion under someone’s butt! Possibly Papyrus’s for damaging the window in the first place, they sure did get it fixed rather fast this time.
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Looking at the pony across from her the goat lady saw her enthusiasm to see new things, to push her boundaries and to try and improve the livelihood of at least one person within a given day. The food was good, the atmosphere was friendly with all their dog friends and this was a rather quaint restaurant.
Toriel felt a strong pulsing feeling in her chest; it was warm and inviting as much as having Pinkie’s soul inside her felt. At the time of having Pinkie’s soul in her, she felt conflicted and horrified. Now there was a fire burning inside of her and the warmth was far less horrific in nature and spreading through her body. She reveled in the feeling of the strong heartbeat she got around Ms. Pie.