"A-Are you sure?" Alphys asks meekly, even as she's handing over some of the bags for Mettaton to carry. Truthfully, she's thankful for the help. Who knew plastic could be so heavy?

She walks alongside him and falls into temporary silence. It feels less normal for her, and more... nostalgic. Familiar, but not routine. Her eyebrows relax and her eyes soften as she shuffles along, her footsteps accompanied by Mettaton's heels.

She'ld be happy just letting Mettaton rattle off whatever petty thought floats into his mind, as long as he'll let her listen. He never did demand too much from her in that regard, and she's always appreciated that.

"I think so," she answers, glancing up at him. "Everything's fine so far...? I keep waiting for the catch."