Going to see a movie at the theater with Asgore and being lucky enough to nab one in the very back top row so I can freely snuggle/smooch him without getting weird looks from people behind us. Pulling out my soul to give to Asgore thinking it will be a romantically strengthening experience for us both only to find that someone else touching your soul feels extremely weird and not good at all, almost like a more concentrated feeling of accidentally brushing against your eardrum with a cotton swab (he gently put it back and fell over himself making sure I was okay). Dishing up a serving of the chicken marsala I made and turning around to tell Asgore that he needs to also eat some salad, only to see that he has already cleaned his bowl and is currently feasting on the main course with a big happy look written on his face