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Prompto serving a meal!

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Prompto: Oh no! Not another snake woman!

Noctis: Relax, you’ll be fine.

Gladio: As long as you don’t let her wrap you up.

Melusine: Where is he? Bring him to me. Where is he?

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Noctis: So Ignis, you’re really cooking like you used to.

Ignis: Weeell, More or less. I can manage with far less help than I required before.

Prompto: Y’know. It’s okay to ask for help. You don’t need to prove anything to us.

Gladio: Probably more about proving it to himself. I say we leave him to it.

Prompto: Yeah, I guess that’s how he got so good. Even better than before if you can believe it.

Noctis: Heh, My taste buds sure do.

Ignis: Perhaps I’ve developed a culinary sixth sense.

Gladio: Hey, Iggy. You oughta follow Weskham’s example, open up a restaurant.

Ignis: I’ll give the matter some thought--assuming such demand still exists in a post-apocalyptic world.

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Prompto really isn’t fond of fishing...

Noctis: Last one.

Prompto: You said that last time.

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Ignis: Prompto’s even capable of hunting alone these days. He really has come a long way.

Prompto: Had to become a functioning adult sooner or later.

Noctis: Doesn’t feel like you’ve changed, though.

Gladio: Not nearly as much as he claims.

Prompto: You gonna spoil my moment?

Gladio: What’s there to spoil?

Noctis: Y’know given after all this time, you guys haven’t changed a bit.

Ignis: Not as individuals perhaps, but we no longer need to ask one another for help in times of need.

Ignis: We’ve reached the point where that sort of synergy is second nature.

Prompto: Yeah, and it only took us ten years to get here.

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Noctis: Evey night must come to an end.

Ignis: Right. And until the dawn breaks, I’ll remain at your side.

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Chocobros vs Tonberry part 2

Ignis: A kitchen knife. Wonder if it’s a culinary battle he wants.

Noctis: I somehow doubt that.

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Gladio: So yeah, no wedding just yet.

Prompto: No wedding ever.

Noctis: Go figure.

Gladio: Hey don’t hate me.

Prompto: “Hate the game.” Yeah, yeah.

Ignis: So we can’t expect a formal introduction for some while then.

Gladio: Yeah. At least not til all of this is over.

Gladio: Can’t in good conscience leave a girl to worry while I rush headlong into danger.

Noctis: Right.

Prompto: Gee, you oughta teach a master class in romance.

Ignis: Or acting.

Gladio: No acting here. I keep it real with the ladies.