"Thank you," Prompto said, grinning back over at Liz again, "for coming."

And that admiring gaze might have lingered a lot longer if he hadn't, suddenly, a few second into it, remembered that he was cooking and, slightly startled and worried, pulled himself out of it to focus on the food again. He breathed out a sigh of relief to see that nothing had burned in his distraction and, now that Liz was up and awake, tried to throw a little flair into his seasoning to make it look more impressive.

"You know you guys are always welcome," he added. "Mi casa es su casa, right? Especially if it means not dealing with whatever crap Fandom is putting everyone through at any given moment."

He reminded himself, though, to text Sidon a little later to see how things were going back there.

And then, once he did, would realize that Sidon might not be the best source of information in that respect and maybe text Summer instead.