"On a scale of one to ten, how much of that is polite fiction??????????" she asked, amused, as she grinned up at him. "And should I poll all of you to see what my welcome really is??????"

She was betting, like, maybe a six. Tops.

Some days that would be higher but, like, two days after Christmas where she and Prompto had given gifts like they had?

It was probably a six, if she was lucky.