And Nina felt absolutely justified in sticking her tongue out at him, then laughing and laying claim to her milkshake, so he couldn't drink it.

She folded herself neatly on the floor, posture perfect, skirts demure, and as she raised that milkshake to her lips, fixed him with a look.

"This," she told him loftily, "feels like a trap!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

One that she'd burst into willingly, mind, and oh that was a tasty milkshake, it really was.

"... But a delicious one, I concede!!!!!!!!!!!"

Because, like, Nina knew Prompto. If he was bored, he'd probably be playing video games, not making milkshakes and then threatening her with them.