{+ You'd look around anxiously as you'd enter Grillby's, a new experience for you. It was mildly loud in here, monsters chit chatting and stopping to look at you for a brief moment as you'd enter. Choosing to ignore the monsters staring at you, you'd walk over to the counter where Grillby was, and slap your gold down. +}

' Mustard bottle. Please. '

{+ You'd ask and Grillby would nod, taking the G and shortly returning with a mustard bottle in his hands, handing it to you. You'd mumble a thanks. Your slapping of the gold on the counter had woken up the skeleton beside you who had been dozing off with a bottle of ketchup in his hand. He'd eye you somewhat curiously. +}

' huh. haven't seen a human in a while. nice to meet ya, kiddo. name's sans. '