"Why, of course sweetheart! Who better to share it with than your cousin? I'm glad you have such confidence in my cooking ability, even if it was already proven to be top-class!!"
The sandwich might not be made of sequins, but to be quite honest, Mettaton's starting to learn you can't eat sequins. Or glitter. Or paste which glues the sequins or glitter to edible things.
It's not good for you.
When Napstablook's pokémon attempts to cajole a piece of their sandwich from the former ghost, well. Rather than be a shit about it, Mettaton simply reaches into his bag and withdraws an Oran Berry, offering it to the small creature.
"I made that for Blooky, darling, and it's perfectly fine if you want to share at another time, but!! What do you say we let him have this first meal to himself~?" he says brightly.
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The sandwich might not be made of sequins, but to be quite honest, Mettaton's starting to learn you can't eat sequins. Or glitter. Or paste which glues the sequins or glitter to edible things.
It's not good for you.
When Napstablook's pokémon attempts to cajole a piece of their sandwich from the former ghost, well. Rather than be a shit about it, Mettaton simply reaches into his bag and withdraws an Oran Berry, offering it to the small creature.
"I made that for Blooky, darling, and it's perfectly fine if you want to share at another time, but!! What do you say we let him have this first meal to himself~?" he says brightly.