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[And how can he turn down free homemade cake? It's not the most perfect cheesecake, not like the ones he'll find in a bakery in the city, but close enough. It's a little cracked from the baking in the oven, but it's still delicious.]

It's fine. We've got tea if coffee isn't... your cup of tea. I'll leave the door unlocked.

[She's already started prepping the coffee pot, and adding some water to the kettle just in case.]

You know where we are, right? By the lake?

[ Cheesecake? Oh, now they're talking. He'd learned nebulously where Lightning her friends lived, but "by the lake" is clear enough for him and if he really needs to, he can always "call for directions", as it were. Handy thing, telepathy. Until he accidental broadcasts his shopping list or a daydream about chocobos, or something. ]

Mh-hmm! I'll be there in, like...a jiff and a half.

[ ...Whatever that means.

But he's already on his way out the door by the time he's thinking this, so it won't be too long at all, considering the extra spring in his step as he goes. He's not a slow walker at the worst of times, but when he's looking forward to something, he all but skips. When he arrives, he does knock first, crisply so, before nudging the door open. ]

- Hey, Lightning! It's me! I'm coming in! [ ... ] And by "me" I mean "Prompto"!

[The entire bottom level of the house smells like a mix between coffee and lemon – not the most common blend of scents but it feels like home. Daisy the goat trots up to Prompto to greet him with a happy bleat once he's inside and she nudges his leg with a clumsy head butt to grab his attention.]

In the kitchen.

[Lightning calls from down the hall, where she's slicing a couple of pieces of cake for them and drizzling some homemade strawberry sauce over them. On hearing the noise Daisy makes, she straightens and rolls her eyes. The damn brat... at least let Prompto get his shoes off first.]

Mind the goat. She likes getting under your feet.

[ Whoa, she's got a pet goat? Way to bury the lead. And as Daisy has so ungently made her presence know to him, far be it from Prompto not to give her due attention for a moment, a sort of incredulous laugh slipping out of him as he scratches the goat around her scruff. ]

As if I could mind a cutie like her! [ Just, like, don't eat his shoes or something. With a final pat on the head, Prompto trots down towards the kitchen to join her, his face lighting up at the smell that greets him. ]

That's smells amazing! You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh?

[Snow's shoes are the only shoes that little one will eat, thankfully. It's much better than eating Lightning's... Daisy happily trots alongside Prompto, looking up at him and clumsily tripping over her own hooves. She gets too enamored with new friends for her own good, but she can be a brat about it too, once in a while.

Seeing him, Lightning smiles wider and slides the newly decorated slice of cake his way.]

I know how to make you feel special.

[She points a fork in Prompto's direction, like this is a very important distinction that needs to be made. It really isn't.]

I just want to make sure you're comfortable.

[ It isn't, but it is, at the same time. Feeling "special" isn't exactly his strong suit - at least, not in the way she implies, but it's something he's been working on and gestures like this certainly help, no matter how undeserving of them he may feel.

So without delay, he takes the fork from her, his grin quirking. ]

Hey, thanks. Seriously, I mean it.

[ And his tone carries that sincere weight that leaves little room for doubt. But not a moment later, he picks up his usual cadence again. ]

You're gonna have some, too, right? You know what they say about eating cake alone!

[ ...Don't ask him what "they" say, he doesn't know. ]

Don't thank me.

[Lightning owes Prompto a lot more than he thinks she does.

But he can't just say that and not expect her to leave it at that? There's a second plate left out for her, and she helps herself to a humble slice. She glances up from her knife slicing through the cake to raise a brow at him.]

They say something about that?

[Can't say she's ever heard that before... she eats plenty of cakes by herself... at two in the morning... when no one else is awake, but that is her little secret. Someone's gotta eat them!]

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