Getting back from the supermarket and rubbing Asgore's biceps while affectionately praising his strength after he carried the entire lot of grocery bags into the house in one trip. Helping Asgore clean the caked clay out of the fur on his hands after we attended a pottery class together for fun (I made a pitcher two handles shaped like his horns and he made a flower pot with a little heart scratched into the side with his claw, overall fun experience). Folding clothes when I turn to Asgore and ask how he's able to put on sweaters or other such types of pullover articles without puncturing holes in them since I've only ever been actually watching while he puts on button-front shirts, when he explains that he cups his hands parallel around the tips of his horns and slides the top hole down using his hands as sort of guide rails to secure it around his neck safely before using the arm holes (I naively assumed up until now that he only had so many Hawaiian shirts because he simply liked them more)