With a look of utter despair, Nina leaned back, draping one arm over her eyes so she didn't have to look at him.

"Prompto," she said, like the news she had to tell him was the worst news ever. "Prompto, they write everything down, in their little squirrely notes, and then they have people around the island read their notes the next day to the entire island and anyone off of it who cares to listen to the podcast. Everything you do is on radio!!!!!!!!!!!"

Unless, like, you bribed the squirrels.