[Akko prods her ears over the reflection of the water with just enough shock that Mettaton's sure that this dreamer is no figment of his imagination, but a future Puca yet to cross her mirror. Her confusion and surprise is darling, though it reminds him a little of his frantic first time begging Merrows to lend them a disk of water so that he could see the damage done. He regards her from afar with a cross of his arms and a sideways smile at the memory.

It isn't much longer before Mettaton pops up at her side, watching Akko through her reflection with a single visible golden eye. He, too, bears ears: tall, silvery, short-haired ones tipped in black. Here in their dream, they look like proper ears, not ones that have been subjected to iron burns for months on end and then some.]

Haha. Is this really the first time you bothered to check, darling? [A pause.] Either way, I'm full of answers. For example: How long have you been wandering around...?

[That doesn't sound much like an answer. Just another question!]