[He's quick to get to work... Mettaton folds his hands in his lap, shoulders squared under those broad triangular guards as he leans forward to watch. For a few moments, at least: Lahabrea moves fast enough for him not to catch quite how the watch is taken apart, exposing the guts of the device for viewing. His golden eye flits from watch to... mechanic, he supposes, looking at him like this. He does it with such fluidity and calm, far from the Dragon he's seen Lahabrea be before. (And he hasn't even seen the extent of it.)

Duplication magic. Lahabrea won't like to hear it. That's why he his smirk curls, and the Puca glances away, his ears doing a cute little twitch. He knows he's making a comment uncalled for.]

Yes. I've gotten intimate with the duplication magic they offer here... Oh-so-intimate.

[He chuckles. Nothing Else Needs To Be Said.

As for whether he'll pursue it further or not, well, it would remain to be seen. For now, he's thinking about what's right before his eyes as the Ascian lines up intricate parts. (Mettaton would be a liar if he said his impish side didn't want to disrupt the whole process... But, that's what self-control is for. It's a good thing this isn't the full moon.)]

In a mirror, once upon a time, [As Mettaton clearly doesn't take up on the offer to do something else for the moment,] I saw Emet-Selch and a friend of his, referring to a dazzling bird as... [He digs in his memory for the phrasing. That part wasn't as important as Mettaton's delight in seeing his Bonded's dynamic and duties at the time; Lahabrea was barely on his radar.] a masterful creation of the Words of Lahabrea. I think it was supposed to have healing powers! Something like that.

[He tilts his head.] Creating things of magic... Is that what you did, long ago?