"Their--their uncle?" Lucas couldn't hide his surprise if he tried, at this particular news. Can robots even be uncles? But Mettaton is clearly very proud of the title, and it seems like it would be rude to question it...so Lucas makes himself settle with being bemused, instead. "Then...it's good, that you're around. They must be really glad."
He moves to the stove and picks up a ladle, intent on stirring the soup a bit. But he still listens with interest as Mettaton lays out his plans. "Oh--yes, I wouldn't mind sharing the soup too. Might have made a bit too much for just me, anyway...and bread goes really well with soups. That's a good idea." He does know how to make bread too, he supposes. Mostly nut bread, but regular bread probably isn't that far off... "If you need help I wouldn't mind. I've gotten almost all the vegetables ready for this already, so it's mostly just waiting now..."
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Date: 2016-02-15 05:35 am (UTC)He moves to the stove and picks up a ladle, intent on stirring the soup a bit. But he still listens with interest as Mettaton lays out his plans. "Oh--yes, I wouldn't mind sharing the soup too. Might have made a bit too much for just me, anyway...and bread goes really well with soups. That's a good idea." He does know how to make bread too, he supposes. Mostly nut bread, but regular bread probably isn't that far off... "If you need help I wouldn't mind. I've gotten almost all the vegetables ready for this already, so it's mostly just waiting now..."