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[He watches with passing amusement as Prompto tries to grasp at the crystal shards of light. He already knows that the young man will come away with his hands empty. (Ardyn's already tried.)

That question, though.]

I don't know. I haven't tried. It sounds like a terrible idea.

[Please don't ask him to put you in his hammerspace.]

But an idea worth considering.

[things sound better after he's told it's a terrible idea]

I'm not volunteering myself, though. I'm just saying, you'd wanna test the limits of your abilities, right? Also, how come the crystals--are they crystals?--are red? Is that some weird light/color refraction? That being said, where do they come from, and why do they crystallize at all?

Inquiring minds must know! [shaking his fist high...!]

[but then, dropping it altogether, shrugging and smiling]

A lot of questions from a non-magic user. It seems pretty neat though.

[he returns the pen to ardyn]

Have you tried storing food in it? Like, snacks.

Generally I leave questions like that to the scientists, but- [Eh, he waves a hand a bit dismissively.] While I'm curious, I certainly don't know how to go about asking how are why they're red, where they come from, et cetera., et cetera.

I haven't. [He takes the pen, idly clicking it a few times before letting it disappear into fractured light once more.] How am I know if it would be safe to eat at all, putting it in there?

[his eyebrows shoot up slowly at the same time that his smile does so, and you can tell prompto's suddenly invested. he heads over to grab a steamed pork bun from the bag with chinese food, napkin on his hand, and presents it to ardyn.]

I'll test it out.

These are important things you need to know. Since you know how to make things reappear, it shouldn't be an issue. Right?

[And now it's Ardyn's turn to raise a brow; yes, he's curious, but he's also skeptical, because-]

Do you plan on eating it after I make it reappear?

What is the worst that could happen?

[nevermind that noctis is waiting for his dinner, too, and that if prompto gets incredibly sick he can't make the delivery.]

[he presses on, nearly shoving the bun over to ardyn]

C'mon. It'll be fine.

What if you get sick? Your stomach is sensitive enough as it is.

[LEANS BACK A LITTLE you don't tell him what to do]

If I get sick then I'll go to the doctor. It can't be too bad.

[but, sensing ardyn's uncertainty, he pulls away and looks down at the bun in a complicated expression of... wonder]

[and then sighs]

Guess it's a dumb idea.

[he'll just put it back now]

Find something smaller.

[-he concedes after a moment. He does hate to disappoint Prompto's sense of wonder. He supposes he could heal him afterwards if he did get a stomach ache.]

And I'll consider it.

[his smile is immediate! he packs the bun back in its place, then goes and looks for something--anything--notices grapes on the fruit bowl and takes one.]

[he comes back quickly to ardyn, presenting the purple thing sitting on the middle of his palm]

How about this?

[A grape. Well, it was smaller.

He takes it from Prompto, and then it disappears into light and nothingness once more. Ardyn smiles.]

Count to five, and I'll bring it back.

[prompto does the slowest count to five in existence, grinning]

One.

[a long pause]

Two.

[...and so forth, until]

--five!

[And a flick of his wrist, the tiny little grape appearing in his palm again. He looks at it a bit critically at first, before... finally offering it to Prompto.]

Don't eat it all at once. Take a bite, and if it tastes odd, please don't go through with this. You may regret it later if you do.

[this is prompto]

[he's already shoved it into his mouth, and is biting into it]

[and chewing]

[chewing...]

Hmm...

[Please don't do something dramatic like shatter into light yourself, Prompto, he'd feel Real Bad about that.

He waits... semi-patiently.]

And?

[thumbs up]

It's delicious. Tastes like any normal grape, actually.

Can we try the steamed bun, please?

[He looks vaguely relieved, though a hand does come up to rub at the back of his neck as he considers this.]

Fine, hand it here.

[Hands out, waiting for the bun again.]

[he looks for it and hands it over, excited as all could be!]

Do you think you could leave it there a while? I'll come back for it in, uh, a couple of hours?

A couple of hours?

[He takes the bun, and something Protective in him has him just scrounging around for an excuse.]

...It'll get cold.

Cold buns are still delicious.

Whatever the case, microwaves exist.

[an entire nation just groaned at their traditional food being treated in such a way...]

It's an experiment, and I'm willing to sacrifice part of my meal for it. Unless Noct shares his with me, but, I'll think of ways to convince him.

[he looks so earnest, please ardyn]

You and Noctis having dinner tonight?

[It's a wayward question, one that has no real weight on the matter at hand. It's just Ardyn stalling, but-

Prompto just looks so eager and curious to see it through to the end, and all he can do is exhale in a half-sigh.]

Very well. Come back for it later then. But if you suffer from a wave of terrible indigestion as a result, remember that I had given you a word of warning.

Noctis and I have dinner every night.

[a smile, waiting for the bun to disappear]

Yes, sir.

I promise I won't complain.

Very well.

[And with another flash of light and red fractals, the bun disappears.]

Come back later, then. I'll be here.

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