[It's a suddenly sweet and sincere answer, and Mettaton finds himself blushing a little at it, smiling in spite of himself. Bucky has always been more tender than he initially seems and Mettaton knows what a privilege it is to be able to see this side of him at all.]

That's sweet, Bucky, but don't let me off the hook. You deserve the very best in presents. Though one could certainly argue my presence is the best gift of all.

[It feels so good to do this again. To slip back into this banter, to fluff up his own ego and know that Bucky will give as good as he gets. It's so easy to pretend that they'll be in the car for forever and never have to go back to Wonderland. Maybe then he'll never have to let this friendship wither again.

He wants to reach out and take his hand. That could crash the car though, wouldn't it? Maybe a hand on an arm. A casual touch. That can be casual, can't it?

...Perhaps not as casual as it should be.]

Do you see any other handsome robots sitting in this car?

[Oh, but how he missed that smirk of his...

Mettaton goes to say something else but instead gasps a little as the car picks up speed and Mettaton's eyes widen in delight as his mouth forms a perfect 'o'.]

Do you have an plans for a destination, or are we going to cruise around the station?

[He's fine either way. As long as he's with Bucky, he's fine with anything.]