Don't feel too bad, Nina. Because Prompto had been painfully aware of the fact that Lucy, while she had plenty to say about Yang and her family, had barely a word of a mention of any of his other friends, either. At least one reference to 'Uncle Gladdy' (brb, dying forever, btw) in reference to a particularly grumpy looking pug when he took her to the shelter for puppies (and fair point, it was pretty clear she at least knew Gladio), but the lack of anyone else, Noctis especially, was a bit unsettling. But he was trying not to think about it. It was okay. It was fine. Clearly, they just spent more time in in Yang's world than his...

...she spent more time there, anyway, because he was also picking up things that suggested he wasn't around that much, either.

But again, trying not to think about it, and while Lucy started digging eagerly into the food, he was going to just latch onto something that would hopefully steer the conversation clear, clear away from what was sitting right in front of them.

"Vette?" he asked. "Vette...and Sidon's?"

VETTE AND WHO ELSE'S, PROMPTO?? Come on!