[All the people Asgore's ever had over here for tea have vanished from the islands. Even Alexei has done that once already. That's sort of sad, isn't it?
But life goes on, he supposes. It has a way of always doing that.
He's quite sure Alexei already knows the way here, so he sets about preparing the tea instead. With a gesture, a silver-white flame springs to life in the fireplace despite the lack of any wood, and he fills his pot with water from one of the barrels. He shall have to go down to the well again later.
He doesn't know what Alexei wants to talk about. Maybe he won't even talk about it. It was such a spur of the moment thing, and look what it took for Asgore to tell anyone about the things he's lost his right to. Either way, this isn't exactly going to be a light and pleasant social call. He's decisive in selecting one of his tea tins, scooping out the correct amount.
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But life goes on, he supposes. It has a way of always doing that.
He's quite sure Alexei already knows the way here, so he sets about preparing the tea instead. With a gesture, a silver-white flame springs to life in the fireplace despite the lack of any wood, and he fills his pot with water from one of the barrels. He shall have to go down to the well again later.
He doesn't know what Alexei wants to talk about. Maybe he won't even talk about it. It was such a spur of the moment thing, and look what it took for Asgore to tell anyone about the things he's lost his right to. Either way, this isn't exactly going to be a light and pleasant social call. He's decisive in selecting one of his tea tins, scooping out the correct amount.
It's a chamomile day.]