[ As Noctis steps inside of the small apartment, he slowly takes a look around, trying to take in everything. And, truth be told, there isn't much to take in. It's sparsely furnished, barely looks lived in, and especially doesn't look lived in by Prompto. He misses his apartment back in Insomnia, misses the mess and the video game consoles, the TV, all of the modern technology that isn't available to them here. ]
Yeah, that sounds good.
[ He does what Prompto suggests: sits down across from him at the low table and pulls his boots off before reaching over the table and grabbing one of the bowls from Prompto's hand. ]
This stuff compare to the stuff Specs would cook for us?
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Yeah, that sounds good.
[ He does what Prompto suggests: sits down across from him at the low table and pulls his boots off before reaching over the table and grabbing one of the bowls from Prompto's hand. ]
This stuff compare to the stuff Specs would cook for us?
[ He knows the answer is no. ]
You know my standards are high.