[ ... What an apt name! Maybe? Who knows, it's a fun one either way. Toriel nods, fishing out an apple. She rubs the pad of her thumb over the apple's surface, rolling it to be held between her fingers. ]

Poochie is an older camera of yours? I imagine that it did not arrive with you, anymore than our clothing did.

[ Which was a bother when she really preferred skirts that were a little longer, or pants much looser to shove her feet through. She sighs inwardly; those are such minor inconveniences, she doesn't give voice to them right now. ]

Will you be able to develop your photographs with Kitty?

[ What kind of magical picture taking was involved? She's curious, since it's something different and new, and more reminds her of her own "weapon." You know, the apple in her hand, if not her eye. ]