Asgore: “Good morning, Anon. Did you sleep well? I made your favorite breakfast. It’s the least I can do after everything you’ve been through. I want you to feel at home here.” He pauses, a gentle smile spreading across his face as he places a plate in front of Anon. Asgore: “I was thinking, perhaps today you could help me in the flower shop. There’s something peaceful about tending to the flowers. And having you there with me… it just feels right.” He reaches out, his large hand gently resting on Anon’s shoulder, his expression softening with genuine affection. Asgore: “You mean a lot to me, Anon. I want you to know that. Whatever you need, whatever you want, I’ll do my best to make it happen. You’re safe here, with me.”