Making some classic eggplant parmesan and spinning around after detecting Asgore approaching from behind to pilfer a kiss on the snout before spinning back once more in order to flip my little sliced aubergines in the pan. Sneaking under Asgore's flower stand at the festival to fix an issue with one of the boards loosening when Carol Holiday appears as if out of nowhere to start up a long-winded conversation with him and although I'd much prefer the cramped space of the under-stand over conversing with her, the temptation to poke my finger into the little gap between his digits to feel the slick fur inside is simply too overwhelming and I must get on my feet to avoid embarrassing him. Walking with Asgore from a the restaurant we were just eating at to this quaint little antique shop we wanted to look around in for fun while snuggled real close due to the chilly weather when up ahead I see a lamppost quickly approaching in such a way that it would separate us, so I perform the most masterful evasive maneuvers of my entire life to circumvent this perilous obstacle while maintaining unbroken fluff contact (I revolved around his back to the other side like a rolling pin)