[Ah. Prompto pauses, then glances away, twiddling his fingers.]

I mean... we don't exactly make a lot of long-term friends, running around the planet incognito and all. Mostly... business acquaintances and stuff.

[But then his face lights up with memory.]

Oh! But there was that one guy in Lestallum who was always asking us for pictures of dangerous stuff! He published them in his magazine and paid us pret-ty well.