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i've done that so many times...

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[ So, it doesn't have to do with bacon after all.

But what she does tell him is far more important than anything that could have to do with bacon—or even sleep habits, even if that is what she couches her response in. It's a technique he knows well, buffing the edges of something sharp an unexpected with humor to lessen the blow, but the impact of it is still not lost on him. She's telling him about herself, about her past, and this unexpected part of it that can't be easy to explain. After all, they've just been over it. She doesn't look like she's over five-hundred years old, and there must be quite the story to go along with that if she was sleeping for five centuries.

Yet this doesn't seem like the right time to ask about it, even if she did bring it up herself. There's still so much he doesn't know about the life she led back on her home world, and perhaps he should have been asking about it sooner. Yet Prompto has never been one to pry, well-acquainted with the fact that some people—many people—have secrets they want to keep, and he would never want Lightning to feel obligated to tell him anything, even if she does know his own secret. Besides, that kind of thing isn't always easy to talk about, and that's not usually the kind of mood he tries to set.

Still, she's just told him something pretty major about her past, and he's not going to brush it off with a laugh, even if it takes a similar approach to her, lifting his glass of orange juice in his hand. ]

Hey, good advice. Just don't tell Noct that first part. If sleeping for five centuries is an option, he'd do it.

[ Little does he know... ]

But—hey, I think that calls for a toast, don't you? Not every day you get to celebrate the big five-two-three!

[ An orange juice toast, yes. ]

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[She's appreciative of the fact that he draws no further attention to it. There's a time and a place for that talk, and now is definitely not the time – they have company and she's not sure how Stuffles would feel about them dampening the mood on her birthday... probably not very good! One day, the opportunity to tell him all about it will present itself, she's sure of that, and when it does she'll know.

For now, she'll settle for a toast. There's only one problem!]

I don't have anything to toast with.

[Whoops, in the middle of her attempts at being cheeky, she forgot to grab a glass of something to drink for herself. That's fine, there's probably a "when life gives you lemons" saying for situations like this, so she'll go by that mantra. Lightning picks up a piece of bacon and raises it at Prompto, and the corner of her lip twitches upward.]

To the big five-two-three, I guess.

[She probably looks really dumb right now, but whatever. She's in good company.]

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[ He can't help a snort of laughter when she lifts the piece of bacon to toast with. He might've overlooked the fact that she didn't have a drink of her own, but this improvisation is even better. Chuckling warmly, he tips the lip of his glass to her piece of bacon, meeting her gaze with genuine joy at the corner of his eyes. ]

To the big five-two-three! May you have many happy returns.

[ And then he kicks back the glass of O.J., takes a few heart mouthfuls — before he swallows down the wrong tube and has to cough into the glass to avoid dying. He doesn't, however, avoid sounding and looking like an idiot, snorting orange juice inelegantly through his nose and turning his head to sputter into his shoulder.

What a toast... ]

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[sparkstrikes]

[What a toast, indeed... but there'll be many more toasts to come in the future that he can master the art in no time! She's sure of it. Whether it's birthdays or other, bigger celebrations, Lightning is hopeful that they'll be sharing more memories like this one, as simple as it is. There's something special about how regular this is (minus the fact that they just toasted to five hundred and twenty-three years!), and there had been a time when she'd forgotten what living was like. She could help save the world over and over again, but when it boils down to it, eating a slice of bacon next to a giant stuffed bear is truly living.

Lightning waits for him to finish his choking (why isn't she helping him!?!?), and after leaning forward to check if he's alright, she finishes off her slice of bacon as if it were her own glass of orange juice.

And as her smile warms, so does the room as the sun peeks through the window and basks them in its glow.]

Thank you, Prompto... for this.

[For everything.]