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Asgore taught you how to garden.
You and the King made a point of hanging out and speaking with each other after the monsters had finally settled on the surface. Partly because he knew you lived with Toriel and Frisk and were a part of the family he still wanted to be a part of. Partly because Asgore was probably the only monster you had yet to really get to know. Any time you had that you felt you'd gotten closer to him was during a reality he didn't remember.
The king was gentle and kind. At first your visits to his small quaint home was to sit and have tea. He'd speak of the many times he wished he could just sit down and speak with people in his past, but was never given the choice. Later, you'd take him into town to show him the local tea shop and flower garden out in the public park. That day he'd gently taken your hand in his when you'd crossed the street, as if worried about you straying too far. As if you weren't an adult, but a small child he wanted to protect.
You started to visit him a lot more after that.
He kept promises, too, from alternate saves that he didn't ever remember making. It took you by surprise when one day he asked if you wanted to go outside and play catch. At the time he said he saw a few human kids playing it and he wanted to join in. You knew he didn't remember his talk with you but it felt just as fulfilling as if he had. It's why when he mentioned gardening, you were sure he remembered the save before the barrier breaking.
The king had bought a small greenhouse. At some point while you were on a trip with Frisk he'd had it brought and built just next to his house. He had been so excited to show you. He wanted you and him to design that green house together, plan out the flower arrangements and work together to make it a blossoming little home.
Asgore gave you an old worn book called "Language of Flowers". It was a book he'd had for a vey, very long time. He wanted you to read it before you and him committed to any specific flowers. He said that it was an old language, but not forgotten, as if it was a secret only for the people who knew it. Then he gave you a pressed flower bookmark. At the time, you didn't know what kind of flower it was.
Later, you found out it was a Cyclamen; a forget-me-not.
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