Massaging Asgore all the way up from his calves to his shoulders and using his groans of satisfaction to indicate trouble areas in which to localize my methodical kneading, going hiking up a mountain with Asgore and laying out all our picnic supplies once we reach the flattened top (with weights and ground spikes as to not have a repeat of our last venture) where we share some sandwiches and still-hot tomato soup from a thermos I had previously prepared, watching a David Attenborough nature documentary with Asgore's arm wrapped around me but ending up feeling remorseful of my movie choice when I see how disheartened he becomes at the demonstration of the circle of life between a seal and a poor penguin (I comforted him afterwards and he was ultimately alright)