[jon laughs, bemused. all of prompto's reactions to the waffles have been...unexpected. they were arranged neatly in a (compostable) box, with a festive compostable ribbon. looking around, jon's sure larger gifts have been brought and tucked away somewhere.]
They're in a box. With Sansa.
[...probably not the safest place for lemon curd waffles. he frowns, beginning to realize his mistake.]
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They're in a box. With Sansa.
[...probably not the safest place for lemon curd waffles. he frowns, beginning to realize his mistake.]
Even she couldn't manage more than two...
[maybe three....]
We could check on the waffles.