"Have you talked to him at all last week?" Prompto wondered, between making faces at Noctra, who was honestly more interested in just blowing spit bubbles at the moment than anything he was doing, which worked out just fine for him right now, all things considered. "I wonder if he'd been dealing with Gladio as a plant again; that definitely happened the last time I turned into a puppy, although the first time he turned into a plant, I turned into a blue bard, I think."