“Oh… sweetheart, how creative you are.” Gaster commented on how handy you were with creating a flower crown from flowers you picked at the light purple grassy fields.

You both peacefully enjoyed a picnic after Gaster finally agreed to put his work aside for you. The wide open space was nice, the light purple grassy field, purple trees, purple and yellows flowers with a cool breeze away from the city

He sipped a small cup of wine before looking at you as his lids lowered, seemingly chuckling.