“Oh, you’re here again.”

Muffet muttered, looking at your direction as you opened the door to the restaurant that she owned. The familiar sound of the bells, the slight arguments of costumers, and even a few bongs and cigarettes functioning despite Muffet’s calm statements of telling them to leave for those things.

Waiting for you to approach her, Muffet smiled softly as she gently grabbed a bottle of coke (the soda!), and placed it onto the counter.

“The usual, is that what you’re desiring, dearie?”

Never hated it when she said that word.