That can be the appetizer then. We'll need to pick a main dish!

[Mettaton will teach him to stand his ground when it comes to his opinions. Eventually. At least when the situation calls for it.

For the time being, he rubs his chin in thought.]

Do you have any preferences? We could try spaghetti.

[A pause before he leans in with a serious expression.]

Real spaghetti. Not the kind Undyne keeps teaching you.