Helping Asgore don his full Santa Claus getup and lugging the huge bag of presents into the car before we head out to the big Christmas party (he looks absolutely adorable in the costume and sneakily putting out the presents after all the kids retreated to their rooms was surprisingly fun). Rowing out of port with our fishing equipment in tow when I make a passing joke to Asgore about ending up in Davy Jones' Locker due to my uneven paddling rocking the boat a little, which then progressed into an explanation of the legend and further into assurances that I was absolutely sure he could defeat Davy Jones even if the tall tales were true (he was a bit circumspect for the entire rest of the voyage). Sitting on the kitchen counter to discuss what color we want to paint the room along with possible reconfiguration of the dinner table placement when Asgore begins giving me a peculiar look and gently grabs my shoulders to pull me toward the edge of my seat for a better position in which to passionately my face and neck continuously, and suddenly whatever nonsense about home improvement I was rambling about seemed like the least interesting thing in the world

Pursuing the selection of soaps and other various bodily amenities for Asgore since we're running low on a few things when a large combination shampoo/conditioner bottle that boldly proclaims "tested on monsters, not on pets!" catches my eye and makes me develop uncomfortable questions regarding the furcare products we've been purchasing up until now, skipping rocks over the river to cap off a nice picnic when I ask Asgore to try throwing one as hard as he can to see if it will still bounce (for science of course) and just barely observing the stone rocket from his hand like a bullet before embedding itself into the trunk of a tree on the other side of the lake with an echoing "THUK" hard enough to make the leaves shake, cheering for Asgore on the sidelines of a powerlifting competition that he sort of got roped into when I immediately notice him majorly holding back to maintain the spirit of competition so I called him over in-between turns to whisper some of the most salacious and even lascivious promises I could possibly conjure as motivation to show them all what he could really do (he absolutely crushed them to the point where he even felt compelled to apologize)

Stepping outside during my lunch break at the behest of a text from Asgore, only to be greeted by him holding a gorgeous bouquet created just for me (which found itself prominently displayed on my desk as soon as I returned). Shooting a few gold balls with Asgore to decompress at the end of the week when his mind wanders with the topic of conversation we're having while hitting a drive and he accidentally hits the ball without holding back, causing it to make a thunderous crack off the driver and fly through the air so quickly it creates a noticeable smoking crater in the hill at the far end of the range. Chilling out with Asgore putting together a jigsaw puzzle depicting The Great Wave off Kanagawa together while we sip tea and eat blueberry scones on a rainy evening.