My Land, My Rules

As it happened, Watts did have something he could offer Noctra, in the form of a soft pretzel wrapped in a handkerchief, which he pulled out of his other suit jacket pocket.

Well, not the whole thing. He broke off a piece and raised an eyebrow at Prompto in an unspoken question, waiting for a go—ahead to actually hand it to her. Or not, in which case, well. Snack for himself!

“Well now that does sound intriguing,” Watts admitted.