Gaster sat in Grillby's, his pitch-black, permanent smile on his face. His eyes were fixed on Grillby, who was minding his own business behind the counter. The scientist was completely quiet, his right arm on the counter as his right leg was crossed over his left one, his body turned to the left side and his head turned to the right towards Grillby. In front of him stood a glass filled with wine, which has halfway done. The bar wasn't so crowded and full, something what Gaster liked.