The hustle and bustle of the dining establishment that was Grillby’s goes on around you as Sans and you sit at the bar. Your skeletal acquaintance leisurely sips a bottle of ketchup as you sit next to him looking at the menu. He soon finishes his condiment beverage and puts it down on the counter before beckoning the flaming bartender that was Grillby over.

“Hey Grilbs, another bottle of ketchup for me and…”

He turns to you with his same cheerful grin on his face.

“…do you want something kid? If you’re hungry I’m pretty sure there’s something on the menu for ya.”

You decide to order the burger and fries. The flame monster wordlessly nods in acknowledgment as he heads into the back to make your meal. As Sans starts drinking his second bottle of ketchup, he pauses mid sip to face you once more.

“So, kid. How’s the Underground been treatin’ ya so far? Hope the folks in the ruins weren’t to rough on ya.”