"Thank you so much, Mrs. Dreemurr! I always love your baking." With no lack of decorum, she removed her right shoe from her paw and set it on the ground, and she lowered her tail behind her so that it was out of view, as was custom. She took small, polite bites of her pie, and promptly wiped her face whenever any unsightly pie filling got on her face.
"You're welcome, Amrun. It's always a delight to welcome you."
Meanwhile, Nachomamma8 was standing directly on the table, even though Toriel had set his chair on enough books that he could have been comfortable using his chair. He looked up at Toriel and down at his portion.
"GAH! There's no way I could eat all this! Why'd you give me so much?" he blurted. H e circled his food and intermittently dipped down to peck bites of it, presenting a rude side of him to others at times depending which way he was facing when he decided on another peck.
"You don't have to clean your plate, Nachomamma8, what you don't eat will be used for composting, ok?" Toriel told Nachomamma8, with a layer of strain. Toriel went to the kitchen to go get more napkins.
Amrun scowled at Nachomamm8. She felt as though he was ruining her ideal evening with his lack of manners. How could he be ungrateful? If he acted like that, did he even belong here?
"Mr. Dreemur, I thought I saw a look on Toriel's face.. did something I say stress her? I wouldn't want her to feel that way after a day like today."
It was predictable when Asgore assured her that she hadn't, but Amrun knew it'd draw attention to the one who had.
With five dining, it takes three votes to excuse someone from dinner
(expired on 2020-03-09 11:00:00)