[ Yeah, that's what he was afraid of. That's going to be used against him in future arguments, for sure. Not like Noct doesn't have plenty of his own ammunition left, though. Like thicker thighs, and heavier boots. He kicks Prompto's leg, light and playful, and laughs through his words. ]

It'd take a lot more than a year on me to make you wise.

[ Despite the jokes, that uncomfortable, sinking feeling doesn't quite go away. So Noct leans forward over his folded legs and asks, as a distraction for both of them. ]

You've got your camera, right? Take any pictures of the place?