[soon as they approach the table, sansa is speaking—and prompto is just so tickled by the way the people of westeros speak. it makes him feel special, important. he can't help but return her smile.]

You're prepared for it, like it's an actual thing you had to take into consideration?

[he takes across from her, looking up at jon and then back to the girl before him. feet on the bar of the stool, knees jogging, and propped onto his arms— prompto leans forward.]

Sansa. As long as I can eat a waffle now, I don't mind sharing with everyone. I'll especially like eating waffles with you!

[but, in any case, he's easy]