[This is one of the more civil conversations they have had lately, and it makes Mettaton feel sick. He shifts uncomfortably, though it is purely psychosomatic reaction rather than anything physical.]

I've been better. Mostly I have been worried about you.

[He regrets his honesty the moment it slips out, wishing he could wrench it back into his mouth. But he doesn't have the power to RESET and neither does Frisk, so they both sit trapped with whatever conversation choices they make.]

I see you are still learning how to play the ukulele. How has that been coming along?