Making various types of chicken wings, a charcuterie board with a veritable assortment of cheeses and fruits, along with chips and dip for the big football game Asgore loves watching every year (I've never been super interested but seeing him get so passionate makes me happy). Trying to understand how Asgore does his blue and orange trident swipe attacks but finding hardly any success when the best explanation he can come up with is "just thinking blue and orange thoughts." Calling Asgore on my lunch break to talk about how each of our days are going so far, to nag him to make sure he's drinking enough water, and to make it abundantly clear without room for doubt that I love him a bunch.