"Believe me," Prompto snorted faintly into Liz's hair as he nuzzled into it a little, "it'll still probably be better than half the stuff I've been eating for..." He trailed off, just for a moment. "...a while now."

But he did remember her telling him yesterday that she'd been staying at Dr. Lecter's place, so what she had here probably was equivalent to the 'not much at all' his diet had consisted of lately.

"Nice thing about Fandom, though," he mused, "is that there's never been a shortage of places to order from, right? Unless that's changed in the last...er, since I left."