[ *You are taken to the year of 19XX dirty, lost and confused. your clothes, changed to something more appropriate for the occasion. you're lucky to have been in some sort of formal attire or you would've found yourself in quite the pickle, would you? But there's still more important, crucial matters to deal with: Food, finding shelter and getting a better understanding of your urban surroundings. It was easier said than done, that's for sure. people were going to and from work or other places with such ease. But a notable number of people were heading to this Inn/resturant known as 'Dreemurr's.' it sucks, having to be a follower instead of a leader for once. But it was worth it once you got a clear view of what was going on inside of the resturant. There's a pre-teen among many adult waiters and waitresses; cheerfully leading customers to their tables, taking their orders, greeting and seeing them off, all of these things were done with a smile that never left her face. Her attitude is no different with you, as she hurries to greet you.]

"Hello and W-Welcome to Dreemurr's! My name is Bailey- or 'Frisk'! are you here on a reservation, or are you looking for a place to stay for tonight? You seem to be new to Town..S-So.... Uhmm.. Oh, right- You'll be able to dine without the fear of having to take out your wallet for awhile! And, I just got through cleaning a few of the rooms so you don't have to over-exert yourself or have to pick anything up!"

[ Frisk sounds a bit nervous , a harsh contrast to when she was just being all chipper, riotous and joyous with the other Patrons.]