[She looks nice, and Prompto's warming up before he can help himself.]

Aw, are you sure? I don't wanna take food off anybody's plate if you were making it for other people. Smells really great, though!

[Smells like home, in a way. Not home-home, but the idea of home--safe, warm, in good company. A campfire. The guys. Ignis's cooking. The only place, amorphous as it is, he ever felt happy.]