Managing to snag first place in a baking contest and receiving one of the big types of hugs Asgore sees fit to give when he's particularly elated that finds you lifted from your feet while being fully enveloped in both his muscular arms and fluffy body (my absolute favorite kind), finding that my pillow has sustained a grievous wound that causes feather leakage and being utterly *forced* to snuggle close enough to Asgore that I'm able to sleep with my head on his muscular bicep until proper repairs can be made, riding with Asgore on the way to church while listening to country music on the radio and smiling like a lovestruck fool when it becomes apparent that our relationship has deepened to such a point where he's finally shed the shyness that has prevented him from openly exercising his beautiful singing voice in front of me