My Land, My Rules

"Oh, hey, Detective!" said Prompto, when he spotted him (okay, okay, he might have smelled the cinnamon rolls first, but can you blame him?), and he gave him a little bit of an awkward smile as he slipped one of the invitations out of the small stack he'd brought with him to hand over. "Good, I was hoping I might catch you or Steven or both here tonight so I could give you one of these! We're having a birthday-slash-puppy bowl party for Noctra on Sunday. No worries if you guys can't make it, but, well, if you can, it'd be great to have you there."

It was more than a little weird for him, if he was honest, because of the house thing, but he knew it would probably mean a lot to Liz, and if it meant a lot to Liz, he'd do pretty much anything.