Going with Asgore to pick out a suit and either catcalling or wolf whistling whenever he asks for my opinion on how he looks, renting a large motorcycle and clinging perhaps a little to hard onto Asgore as we cruise through the beautiful countryside roads together, reaching comfiness apotheosis while snuggled deep in Asgore's arms under the covers in bed as snowflakes slowly drift by the window on a chilly winter's night