Being rudely awoken by my alarm clock only to realize that it's the weekend and turning back to Asgore (who's slumber is staunchly unbroken) to bury my face in his chest fluff in happiness while voyaging once more to the land of my dreams, seeing a news report about somebody in town getting a winning lottery ticket mere minutes after we left the convenience store and being truly tested when I see Asgore shoot me a sideways glance before the suggestion of breaking the rule just this one time could even escape my lips (he made me promise never to abuse saving/loading unless it was a matter of absolute life and death when I told him about it), passing the time in the waiting room of the doctor's office by counting the strands of golden hair on Asgore's arm when the child sitting on the opposite side of the room next to his mother appears to have some sort of epiphany and points at him excitingly while exclaiming "Santa!" to which he responds with a wide smile and simultaneously performing a "shush!" gesture with the unused arm