Making a large loaf of apple cinnamon bread with honey butter to share with Asgore as an after-work treat and laughing when he says "wis id weewy uud" while his mouth is full, finally addressing the issue of Asgore accidentally puncturing our headboard/wall by restructuring the room in such a way so that the bed is placed at a diagonal angle in the corner of the bedroom to leave plenty of space for his horns (now I just have to figure out how to keep our pillows from falling in the new hole, some kind of net maybe?), occasionally sneaking in a smooch as I brush the sand out of Asgore's fur in the changing room after a fun afternoon beach picnic and beholding him melting some sand into a kind of molten putty with fire magic to form a crude but beautiful little glass flower as a gift for me