[ prompto already knows all about how daisy grew up, even if she hadn't intentionally shared all of it with him. she doesn't need to tell him that she knows how much a small, simple moment can mean. ]

Yeah, of course. [ she's happy enough to reassure him, a quiet smile warming her features. the first in a few days. ] Think about what you want to have, and then just let us know.

[ there's a brief pause as she looks back towards the bar, as if considering. ]

We can always order in if you don't want meat and potatoes.