[ She hesitates for a moment, thinking of a handful of different ways to show proper decorum and a gratitude before deciding Prompto is way too drunk to even remember any (imaginary) rudeness she gives into, so she decides to just indulge. She pats his shoulder affectionately, that flash of amusement and fun runs through them in the form of the bond. ]

All right. Sit here okay? I will be back and you can tell me more of that story.

[ She goes into the crowd and finds the pastries (a lot more appealing than his description) and the meat. She returns with a mountainous platter full of glazed desserts and a small helping of meat for herself. She sets it down. ]

I brought a few so you won't run out. Maybe we should toast with them?

[ She picks one up, delicately to not get any stickiness on her fingers, and motions to tap it in mid air, like a drink. ]