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Not of mine?

[But he leans back with a big grin to show he's joking.]

Nah, that sounds good. I've got a lot to make up to him. What're we making?

[unfatalist]

You always protest when I make a favorite of yours. But I think we can all agree on oyakodon, so that's what I was planning.

[He reaches up, lightly ruffling Prompto's hair in the back.]

I'll make a little extra, while I'm at it. Enough for a guest or two, if an extra mouth to feed should happen to turn up at the table.

[photoshooter]

Heh. That's our Ignis, always thinking ahead.

[Or maybe thinking in his head, since Prompto's relieved, grateful smile says that's exactly what he was hoping for.

Not just his smile, either. Bending beneath Ignis's hand, he burrows into him once more, hugs him tight.]

Thank you, Iggy.

[Thank you for being here.]

[unfatalist]

Always, Prompto.

[And whether he means that as a response to the bit about thinking ahead, or the unspoken reason for Prompto's gratitude, is anyone's guess. Perhaps it's both.

Either way, he hugs back just as tight, before releasing him and giving him a little push toward the door.]

Now go on, then. You've errands to run before dinner.

[photoshooter]

Heheh! [The snicker takes Prompto by surprise, but he brightens a little. The warmth is wry, but it's real.] Groceries.

[He shakes his head, because that was something that happened with Noct, not Ignis, and salutes on his way out.]

Off I go, got potatoes to bring home! Later!