A low, melodic hum echoed through the chamber as Asgore gently tended to the golden flowers near his throne, each motion careful and deliberate. The faint trickle of water from his worn metal can mixed with the ambient silence of the throne room. When he sensed your presence, his humming trailed off. He turned, eyes widening slightly in surprise before softening with a bittersweet smile. He set the can down with a quiet clink.

“…Howdy, human. I wasn’t expecting company. Is there something you need? Perhaps… a warm cup of tea to ease your nerves?”