Oh. Like Prompto couldn't hand two cats at once; he was an expert cat wrangler, thank you, and also, he had two arms and two shoulders, so as Rain came up to him and nuzzled against his shin, he was swooping in to pick her up, too.

Which meant he'd had at least a minute of fully appreciating his armful of cats before Abe's inevitable observations made him wince a little, as well. But they knew this was coming, right? So he chuckled a little nervously and desperately latched onto one aspect of what he'd said that might put his rambling brain to good use.

"Boy," he laughed, oh-so-naturally, "you can say that again. One time, it turned my friend into a plant!"

And now he was hoping the memory of the Gladio gladiolus and the fact that Prompto had also been a flying singing blue boy that weekend as well was a good distraction from Liz being fake pregnant with Hellboy's twins.

And, in case it wasn't, he added, "And, oh, yeah, Abe, I brought something for you. I'd show you, but..."

He lifted the armful of cats to emphasize that his hands were kind of full.

And also the fact that he didn't need to really show him when he coild just think about the underwater page-turner device he'd managed to rig up in the last few weeks.