“...Honestly? Where do I even start?
Ever since we left the ruins--hell, ever since we ended up down here--it’s been like...I keep waiting for some big boogeyman to jump out and try to get us. And it’s been a couple close calls, but I mean, for the most part...
These are just...people, y’know, going about their lives. And they’re so sincere. I don’t think I’ve met a single monster yet who makes me second-guess them.
...Well, no, there’s...one. But--let’s not--go there.
Being in Grillby’s, though....wow. What a trip. Watching the guard dogs play cards was like that famous old painting, you know! ...Just with way more unnecessary armour.
Everybody’s so pleasant to talk to, it’s warm, it’s welcoming--and the food! Oh my god, the food. It practically makes your mouth tingle when you eat it, but it’s gone before you can swallow, right--and I feel better than I have in ages! I don’t feel tired, the scrapes on my knees from the fall are gone, and the scars on my--
...Well, it’s pretty damn magical, that’s for sure. Imagine the thesis papers I could write, just on that alone! I can’t remember the last time I felt so...so energized, so excited. It almost makes me wish we could stay longer.”
“...’Cause I gotta get you home, Bug. That’s not up for debate.”