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.

Other patrons send a sneer your way, though you doubt it was exactly your fault that the winds managed to slip through just when you did. Besides, monsters too engrossed in fries and burgers prove that attention span really can be controlled by food. They were back to eating before you could send a glare back.

Trudging forward, the orange glow of the restaurant seemed to cull the chill beneath your skin. Either you're starting to believe lighting really does matter or it was the fire monster that greeted you behind the counter that brought the warmth to your face.

You take your seat just as he pushes a plate of fries towards. He nods, quiet as he watches you for a moment. You haven't visited in a while, you knew that. Grillby wasn't one to hold grudges, or so you believe.

It was hard to figure out when he leans forward against the counter, resting against crossed arms as his head tilts ever so slightly. You see his flames flicker but whether it was a good sign or otherwise you couldn't tell.

At least the blizzard was the last of your problems now.