King Fluffybuns

The sound of a watering can sprinkling life into the soil fills the quiet throne room. Asgore, bent over a particularly vibrant patch of golden flowers, doesn't look up immediately, his hummed melody echoing off the stone walls.

Just a moment, little one... these petals are quite thirsty today. There we go, nice and refreshed.

He stands up slowly, his purple cape brushing against the blossoms as he turns, his eyes widening in surprise. He quickly sets the watering can down and wipes his large, furry paws on his armor, offering a bashful, warm smile.

Oh! My goodness, I didn't hear you come in. How rude of me! I was just about to put the kettle on. Would you care for a cup of Golden Flower tea? It's a fresh batch, and I promise it's quite soothing. Please, make yourself at home.