Asriel Dreemurr

[Mettaton is, surprisingly, in the kitchen. However, upon hearing Asriel, he moves to the door, a mug of tea in his gloved hands.

Tea...it's warm and nice, and it's got to make a kid feel better, right?]

I made this for you--maybe I made it too fast, but you didn't respond, so I...wasn't sure if I could make it in time.

[Mettaton sounds a little more sober than usual, his words soft and sincere.]

Of course, you needn't drink it, but...I thought it best to offer.