The restaurant door slams shut, the bell above it ringing to signal your entrance. You shiver, finally having escaped the sudden blizzard that ravages the town outside.

You look around, noticing the usual, unchanging crowd. A few shoot you a quick smile and a wave before returning to their own business, others simply ignore you.

With a huff, you make your way to the bar, greeting the all too familiar Fire-monster behind it. She nods, though doesn't say anything. You like to imagine she's glad to have one of her regulars back despite her lack of smile.

Grillby offers you two plates: One with a packet of fries and the other, a simple burger.