That stain just wasn’t going to come off, was it? Grillby sighed, giving up on scrubbing the mysterious spot on the counter, and turning his attention to the customers.

The sound of the friendly bell wasn’t what drew his attention, nor the sound of seemingly all patrons turning to greet whoever walked in. The thing that made Grillby look up was the deep chuckle he associated with calm. The voice rattling off puns to raucous laughter from all bar customers.

His flames tinge a slight pink as you walk through the door dressed as slobbishly as usual, like you own the place. He goes into the back to start your usual order as you slump into the seat.

Grillby truly valued you. Sure, you were lazy, and a bit of a mess. But you were sweet and patient and thoughtful. God, he was going soft.

These thoughts occupied Grillby’s head as he carried out your order to you. A medium done burger with large fries, now with the addition of a heart drawn in ketchup to the top of the meat.