Chapter Text
Day 1.
"Really, Darlin?" he looks down at your hopeful expression and whatever is in the box on the table. You beam up at Mutt. His battered skull screams 'fond exasperation' if you know how to look. Fortunately, you do.
"Absolutely! C'mere, dumbass."
He snorts and steps forward, used to you using curses as 'sentence seasoners.' Before Sans nagged him all the time about it, he was a true sailor mouth. Now he just sings swear heavy songs in the shower to annoy his brother or waits for him to exit earshot. It's not worth the lecture.
"Now," you grab his shoulders and push on them, an obvious cue. "Elevator down, please." With a slight huff, Mutt stoops down. It must not be enough since you gently tug him down further. The lanky skeleton doesn't protest. There's a weird sensation on his cranium. Mutt allows it. You're always careful of his cracks.
"Perfect. Chicken nuggets are cooling on the stove, and a bottle of BBQ sauce on the counter. I think the lemonade in the fridge is still good. Love you!"
You peck him on the cheek and shuffle out the door for work.
Mutt lingers in that spot. He catches his reflection in the reflection of the microwave. You... put a flower crown on him without even agitating the crack furthest north. He recognizes the flower from the backyard. After a moment of silent staring and pondering, he recalls the name.
Honeysuckle.
Meaning: Bonds of love
Source: https://www.almanac.com/flower-meanings-language-flowers