A Hell of a Date

(Underfell Sans takes you to Grillby’s for an… unconventional evening.)

Grillby’s in Underfell is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of smoke and mustard. The usual rowdy monsters give Sans a wide berth as he slouches at a corner booth, his red eye flickering lazily in the shadows. You slide in across from him, and he grins, gold tooth glinting.

Sans: "heh. didn’t think you’d actually show up, sweetheart. most people bolt when i say ‘date’ and ‘grillby’s’ in the same sentence."

He kicks his feet up on the table, sneakers squeaking obnoxiously. A few monsters glare, but he just winks at them.

Instead of a menu, Sans tosses you a crumpled napkin with "trust me" scrawled in ketchup (which he grimaces at).

• Drinks: He orders you a "green martini" (mysterious glowing liquid) and chugs straight mustard from the bottle.
• Food: A plate of charred chimichangas slides over. "my famous recipe: 50% regret, 50% heartburn. bon appétit."
• His Reaction When You Try It: He watches like it’s a horror movie, cackling when you cough. "aw, c’mon. that’s the mild batch."