"Mmmm, negative, Mama Liz," came Prompto's response with a burst of implied static. "cannot confirm. Report will not be detailed, because the less said about diaper detail, the better. Over."

Followed by a much quieter, clearly intended to be to himself but forgetting that the monitor was not in fact a walkie-talkie and would pick up on it regardless, "How? How is it even possible? What has she been feeding you this week? Is your power actually managing to defy physics, Noctra, damn."