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One of Noctra's hands was clutching the little chicken plush to her mouth while the other was lifted to open-and-close at Nell in her version of a wave, her big blue eyes just staring at her the whole time before she managed to mumble out response.

"'ot albabo," she said. "'Ickah!"

"Awww," said Prompto, who really couldn't help melting over his kid sometimes, even in the presence of other people, and he gave her a little kiss on her forehead. "That's right, Noctra! It's not a chocobo! It's a chicken.

"At least," he added, leaning toward Nell with one hand over Noctra's closest ear as he lowered his voice into a whisper, "I think that's what she said?"

It's not like she was about to correct him if he was wrong, though, right?

"But thanks, Nell. How's it going? Smells great in here, by the way." He took a moment to breathe it in. "Garlicky!"

But you know what? Sure, it was zombies and angels and daemons last week, but you weren't going to hear Prompto complaining about a little extra protection against vampires while he was here!