"Prompto, cookin' for that camera cash, huh?" you teased. "I can kinda, sorta, probably manage?" He nervously replied knowing well he's lying, clutching an oil bottle.

Prompto's camera dreams dragged you into McDonald's as his cashier accomplice. "That's new," Noct observed, eyeing Ignis. "Can he even cook?"

"Let's hope so. Never too late for first things," Ignis replied, settling in. "I'll give him & Iris 8 hours max before they're both fired." Gladio added, chuckling at the chaos.