[ It's weird. Weirder than this usually is, because while Prompto has long had the leg-up on Noctis as far as knowing what's going on here. But this is even weirder than usual, because so much has happened in the last few months of Prompto's life, and combined with how much older Noctis looks, they've both got some explaining to do.

But first thing's first. Food! Prompto leads Noctis towards the mess hall, hands in his pockets as they approach the cafeteria line. ]

Can't really go too wrong here. You got any special requests, Roman can make 'em. Heh, he won't even make you eat any veggies...

[ He's doing his best to remain lighthearted, though he knows how overwhelming this must be. ]