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[whichcraft]

Just for dessert! Don't make it sound like it's all I ate!

[You know what else holding hands is good for? Setting her up to elbow him in the side. That's a pretty good trick, too.]

...Wait, what are you saying? They don't have grocery store freezers here. Where the hell are you going to get ice cream?

[photoshooter]

Hey!

[But he grins as he half-dodges, and his grin only broadens.]

I told you Iggy's a genius, right? And he knows everything there is to know about food?

[whichcraft]

Oh, yes, I have been well and truly introduced to the Food Cult of Ignis. Still doesn't mean he can up and pull a freezer out of his ass.

[...]

...I hope.

[photoshooter]

Snrrkkk--! No, of course not!

[There's a joke here to be made about pulling something stiff and cold out of Ignis's ass, but right now Prompto adores Ignis far too much to make it. He leans in, conspiratorial.]

But he is the best of us at magic. I mean, besides Noct, obviously, since it's technically all his magic. But Ignis uses it the smartest.

[Prompto taps his temple in a move ripped wholesale from Gladio and continues breezing merrily along, more bounce to his step the longer he keeps from directly answering her question.]

[whichcraft]

Ohhh. So it's magical ice cream.

[...Because that...makes even less sense, hmm.]

So how exactly are you turning magic into food?

[photoshooter]

[He snickers.]

Oh, I guess you've never really seen our magic. Mostly, it's kind of just elemental stuff. [Counting off on his fingers:] Fire, lightning, and...

[Grin grin grin.]

Ice. So with that, a lot of salt, and all the other stuff that usually goes in ice cream--um, Ignis mostly did that part--and a little creative thinking, we managed to make something that actually tastes okay! ...The color's kind of weird, but what can you do around here, you know?

[whichcraft]

I've seen your weapons trick! Which is pretty neat, by the way. Cooler than mine.

[But at long last, he explains just enough, and the realization slowly dawns at a gradual enough pace that he can probably take all the time he likes to savor it.]

...You're freezing it with magic instead of a cooler. You just make it all, and then hit it with ice? That's...

[...]

You made ice cream. Who cares what color it is, you made ice cream.

[photoshooter]

[This is the most rewarding moment of Prompto's young life, and his smile's fit to split his face. If it did, summer sunshine would burst through, that's how warm and bright he feels.]

I know, right?

[He hops in place on the balls of his feet.]

I didn't even know people could make ice cream! I thought it was, like... a machine thing! But it's actually not that hard, just takes a lot of work.

[whichcraft]

It seems like a lot of food is like that, sometimes. Like it doesn't exist outside of walking up to a counter and asking somebody to hand it to you. Like milk in a bottle. You know how great milk in a bottle is? So good.

[She bites the corner of her lip, hiding a smile of her own, and then casts him a sideways look, sliding her eyes over to the corners without moving her head to look at him.]

So...does that mean you're sharing? The ice cream...and maybe while you're at it, the way you got away with eating a burger for dinner every night?

[photoshooter]

[He snorts and returns the previous elbow with a nudge of his own.]

Duh. What was I gonna do, ask you if you like ice cream and then eat it in front of you by myself?

[THEY'VE BOTH BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH TORTURE TO SKIP THAT.]

And what do you mean, how did I get away with it? How'd you get away with eating ice cream twice and day and still looking great?

[whichcraft]

Great metabolism and a whole lot of walking uphill both ways.

[She sticks her tongue out at him, carefully filing away the mention about how she looks for later. She doesn't, obviously, look great — but it's a nice thought anyway, however easy it is for her to subconsciously dismiss it.]

I mean someone didn't ride your ass to eat something other than cow once in a while?

[photoshooter]

Oh. ...No, not really.

[He shrugs and refuses to let too much energy drop out of his voice or his gait.]

My parents were out of town a lot. Otherwise I wouldn't have been getting takeout all the time, anyway. And I couldn't cook, so I didn't have a lot of options.

[whichcraft]

Oh.

[Funny, how there can be so much gravity in a single word. Funny how two letters can so easily frame an obvious elephant in the room.

Luckily, there's an easy way to divert the subject; a little verbal sleight of hand, and there was never a pachyderm at all.]

I mean, I'm not one to talk. I wasn't cooking for myself, either. It was all caf food.

[...]

That's actually. That's where we were going, the last time I was, um. We were all going to the caf, when the old man snatched us.

[photoshooter]

[He lifts his gaze from the ground, looking at her once more, then nods and squeezes her hand.]

Hey. Then this ice cream's really overdue, huh? [Hm.] What other foods do you like to eat? Besides potato.

[whichcraft]

[Did he just conversationally sidestep her conversational sidestep — oh my god what a champion.]

I like noodles. If it's made with a noodle, I probably like it. Dumplings, too. You know, the kind with the filling and you fry them a little so they get crispy? Burgers, pizza...tacos, shit, I haven't had a taco in ages.

[photoshooter]

[Prompto's nodding along until he laughs, suddenly.]

You know, I've still got a couple Cup Noodles left. Why don't we make a whole dinner out of it?

[I T ' S A D A T E Y O U D U M B A S S]

[whichcraft]

Cup Noodles and ice cream? Now that's a feast for kings.

[And actually...]

...I've still got some soda left. You know, from earlier this month. Since we're going all junk food all the time.

[photoshooter]

Yeah! If we're gonna do this, we should go all out!

[He swings their arms wide this time, like a little kid.]

We gotta let loose once in a while, right?

[whichcraft]

Oh, fuck yeah! I mean, hell, we just escaped from Castle Goblin unscathed, we just robbed a bunch of monsters, we've earned this.

[His enthusiasm is so infectious, it's hard not to let it catch on. And why would she ever want to resist it, in the first place?]

We should go eat and drink and...stay up all night, be as loud as we want, tell dumb stories about stupid shit...all of it, let's do it.

[photoshooter]

Is this a slumber party?

[Holy shit, he sounds so excited.]

Aw, man, I wish we had some video games! We'll have to make up our own. We'll have to get our toothbrushes and pajamas and stuff, this is gonna be so much fun!

[Time to make up for all the friends he didn't have in fifth grade.]

We can play truth or dare! Or would you rather! Or all of it!

[whichcraft]

Not as much as I wish we had video games. I used to be great at tower defense games. ...And Mario Kart.

[One of these things is more conducive to slumber parties than the other.]

So yeah, I guess we'll just have to play a bunch of bullshit party games to make up for it. Never Have I Ever, too, that one's always a barrel of laughs.

[photoshooter]

Ahh, but I'm no good at that one! I haven't done anything interesting.

[Self-awareness, Prompto is not thy name.]

[whichcraft]

You know how to shoot a bazooka and you're really going to tell me you've never done anything interesting?

[MY GUY]

[photoshooter]

Well, okay, I guess, but--I don't know, none of that stuff should count! I only did it because I was with the guys. Or. Well. I guess not the bazooka thing, the whole problem was I wasn't with them...

[He thinks about it.]

Iiii guess the last time I played that one was before we left Insomnia, when it was actually true I'd never done anything.

[whichcraft]

So. Now we've both done fantastic things, it'll be an interesting game. Or maybe it'll be even more interesting when we get into the stuff we did before the fantastic things.

[She raises one finger, as if in indication.]

I've never paid rent before. That's fun and interesting.