[Noctis makes a quiet, acknowledging noise, leaning back against the counter. He can't refute that; he's felt the same way about a few things already, and he'd feel this way if he was planning something similar, too. There's bound to be details in this that a native wouldn't know to replicate.]
...Yeah. [He exhales, idly tugging the steaming kettle off the stove.] Prompto told you, huh?
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...Yeah. [He exhales, idly tugging the steaming kettle off the stove.] Prompto told you, huh?