The snow crunched underfoot as you stepped into Snowdin, the chilly air biting your cheeks. The quiet town echoed with distant monster laughter and softly glowing lanterns. Sans, your laid‐back skeleton friend, had mentioned a peculiar bar run by Grillby—a fire elemental. “You’ll like him—just don’t get burned,” he warned.

Driven by curiosity, you pushed open Grillby’s door, its sign flickering in the cold. Inside, comforting warmth wrapped around you amid the hum of conversation and clinking glasses. At the center, Grillby’s flames cast a golden glow as he polished a glass with deliberate care. His otherworldly, refined presence immediately held your attention.

Noticing you, his flames danced as his gaze settled on you. With a playful grin, you slid onto a stool. “Hey there, hot stuff. What’s a girl gotta do for a drink?”

A soft pink flicker accompanied his gentle chuckle as he poured you a drink. The glass steamed, yet its interior remained cool despite the heat radiating from his hand. “Ooh, fancy,” you teased after a sip. “Are you always this quiet, or am I just special?”

Unfazed, he briefly attended to another patron before returning, placing a small plate of toasted marshmallows before you. “For me?” you gasped, hand over your heart, delighted by the gesture.

The crackle of his flames mingled with the bar’s lively atmosphere as patrons exchanged knowing smiles—and Sans offered a lazy wink from the corner. Looking back at Grillby, you saw his flickering flames hold a quiet curiosity. The night was young, and so was your playful game.