"Well," said Prompto, shifting the cat a little because holding her for this long was actually kind of making his arms tired, "she is my friend now."

His best friend, actually, but he felt that would make him seem a little pathetic, admitting to her that his only friend was actually a cat he'd met probably not even ten minutes ago. And as he shifted, he got a good smell of the food, and his stomach reminded him that there were other things at play here, too, that he should maybe start thinking about, and he tilted his head a little to look past the woman into the kitchen more.

"Is that....is that breakfast for us?" he asked.