[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.
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He waits... semi-patiently.]
And?
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It's delicious. Tastes like any normal grape, actually.
Can we try the steamed bun, please?
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Fine, hand it here.
[Hands out, waiting for the bun again.]
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Do you think you could leave it there a while? I'll come back for it in, uh, a couple of hours?
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[He takes the bun, and something Protective in him has him just scrounging around for an excuse.]
...It'll get cold.
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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]
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[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.
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[a smile, waiting for the bun to disappear]
Yes, sir.
I promise I won't complain.
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[And with another flash of light and red fractals, the bun disappears.]
Come back later, then. I'll be here.