Asking what variety of cookies Asgore would like before I hit the kitchen to create them and insisting he tell me what he truly wants since I initially assume his choice of oatmeal raisin was to appeal to my taste rather than his own but he protests that's what he really wants (which was surprisingly confirmed true when he started scarfing them down almost as fast as I could make them), shoveling snow off the driveway while occasionally going back inside to take some Asgore snuggle hug warmup breaks to fight off the cold and finally heating up my core with some delicious hot tea after the deed is done, giving into my base temptation and asking Asgore to put both of his hands on my face even at the expense of my dignity so that I can partake in the most opulent of flowery aromas that accumulates on the first day of the work week when he initially rolls bundles of flowers into bouquets that will be placed prominently on display within Flower King