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[ 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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