Singing the Nat King Cole version of "Fly Me to the Moon" to Asgore as a way of putting into words how much I care about him and kissing his forehead with the final "I love you," waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of somebody breaking in only for them to immediately vacate the premise once they spot Asgore wrapped in a blanket cape and holding his self-defense pitchfork we keep under the bed, cooking some simple tomato soup with grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner and smiling at the red mustache Asgore's develops after eagerly downing the soup