"No!" Prompto was very, very clearly happy to report that much. "Thank the gods. I've had enough camping for a lifetime, I'm pretty sure."

Prompto, it had been two nights, calm down.

"But no," he said again, grinning happily into the phone. "We're fishing. Well, Noct is fishing. Or at least trying to..."

"Maybe I'd be able to catch more fish," Noctis countered mildly, as he cast another line out into the water, "if someone's loud phone call wasn't scaring them all away."

To that, Prompto chuckled. "Uh huh, sure," he said. "Keep telling yourself that, buddy."