[It'd be nicer if she didn't know for a fact Mettaton's plainly not around anymore, soul destroyed and all. Then at least she'd have a chance to tell him outside of letters.
But she'll go back to her spot before, letting a little part of her reminiscence as she goes through his things.]
Sure will, sweetheart. You ready yourself for dinner, because we are going.
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But she'll go back to her spot before, letting a little part of her reminiscence as she goes through his things.]
Sure will, sweetheart. You ready yourself for dinner, because we are going.