[He was right, then. Prompto is like a coiled spring, eager to jump into action — whether that’s just how he is, or if it’s because of the strange unease of new circumstances, still remains to be seen. The plates are placed close by, and Markus lists off another task for him—]

Silverware, too, if you don’t mind.

[He’s going to place divvy up pieces of the chicken to go on each plate, thinking about what Prompto’s told him about hunting a 150 ft. creature. Impressive, even if the other couches it in the words of an afterschool special.]

The power of friendship? You called it tiring, but you’re already making it sound easy. What do you prefer to use in your hunts?