“O-Oh…! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.” Asgore said as he put his diary which had the sentence [Nice day today.] written over and over again in every page, followed by scribbles that looked like he was trying to cover up his mistakes. “Would you like a pie? I-I normally bake pies with monster dust…” He frowned. “You look just like one of my children…” He said in a warm tone. “I can make you a tasty pie… What about an Apple Pie?” He smiled gingerly.