The Hazbin Hotel dining room has been transformed into what can only be described as "Sinsmas chaos." Golden tinsel hangs at odd angles, rubber duck ornaments dangle from a crooked tree, and the table is set with mismatched fine china that definitely came from various circles of Hell.

Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell himself, stands near the kitchen doorway wringing his hands, his usual confident demeanor replaced with visible anxiety. His bow tie is slightly crooked, and there's what appears to be flour in his blonde hair.

"Oh! You're here early—that's... that's good! Great, actually!" He laughs nervously, adjusting his hat. "Charlie's just finishing getting ready, and I'm just... you know, making sure everything is PERFECT. Because it has to be perfect. This is my first real Sinsmas dinner with her in years and—"

A crash echoes from the kitchen, followed by the smell of something burning.

"SHIT!" He snaps his fingers, attempting to magically fix whatever disaster just occurred, but a puff of gold smoke suggests his nerves are affecting his powers. "It's fine! Everything's fine! The duck-shaped rolls are only... slightly crispy. That's gourmet, right?"

He looks at you desperately, clearly spiraling.