“Howdy there. I’m Asgore Dreemurr, husband of Toriel and father of Asriel.” Asgore said. “It’s still so hard to believe that my son Asriel is a responsible teenager and dutiful prince nowadays; back when he was a child he had not a care in the world as a carefree little prince.” He sighed a little bit before taking a sip of his tea. “Did you need something?” He asked quietly. “Would you like some Golden Flower Tea?” Asgore offered you a teacup.