"Gotta admit," said Prompto, chuckling lightly with a few follow-up kisses for good measure and a little nuzzle of his chin and its light scruff, a light rub of his hand on her stomach, "that is an impressive commitment to the long con.

"But cake," he decided, "is a very good reward."

He could probably think of a few others right now, too, but she probably wouldn't have to try too hard to guess what those might be...