[Mettaton should have hidden it away perhaps, but nowadays the safest place to keep a memento is close to you. Not in your house. Not in your PacDisc. On your person, and making sure that no one can steal or hurt it.

Lord help them should anyone try.

But that isn't the topic of thought right now. What's important is that this conversation go well. Of all the ones that he's had lately, this one really can't go so poorly as usual given who he is speaking to. Though there's very little humor or gaudy lilt in his tone, he does put on a very light act that nothing's changed.]

Well we never really drafted up a traditional contract, did we? I just decided that you would hold up to your word and stay around long enough to market for me!

[Haha. Ha...]

I daresay we've missed Leg Con by a fair degree, haven't we? A shame, that. But late is far better than never, darling.

[He won't say he's happy to see Sans again. He won't mention how nice it is to see another monster, someone he did actually (really?) miss.

But Sans probably gets the idea; he knows Mettaton's an eccentric guy.]