Prompto wasn't sure anyone would find it in them to smile again, with Chloe's outrage and blood still fresh, with their most important people still hanging over their heads, with murder in cold blood on the table--but Lucina's genuinely delighted by a snack that smells like boots, and he thinks maybe... maybe it's okay to hope, if it's for small things, right now.]
Then it's yours.
[Not like he wants to eat boot leather.]
I mean, it probably is, anyway, if it means that much to you. I know it's not something they put in special for me. We don't even have bears on Eos.
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Prompto wasn't sure anyone would find it in them to smile again, with Chloe's outrage and blood still fresh, with their most important people still hanging over their heads, with murder in cold blood on the table--but Lucina's genuinely delighted by a snack that smells like boots, and he thinks maybe... maybe it's okay to hope, if it's for small things, right now.]
Then it's yours.
[Not like he wants to eat boot leather.]
I mean, it probably is, anyway, if it means that much to you. I know it's not something they put in special for me. We don't even have bears on Eos.