Prompto had to grin a little at the reappearance for the moogle doll, though he was confused about what it was even doing in the box and was almost worried it was being returned because she didn't like it or something, but that hug sort of chased that thought away.

"Oh, sure," he said, picking up a packing peanut and flinging it at her, which didn't work very well, because, you know, packing peanuts, not exactly aerodynamic, "just make my room a mess, why don't you."

But he considered the box-inside-the-box, taunting him among a sea peanuts and snacks. Considered the snacks for a second. Nope, still not that hungry. The Cup Noodles had really only been insurance if Yang got his case for not eating anything, but there were bigger fish to fry right now. Box-shaped fish. He tried pulling the box out, to no avail, because there was no good way to grip it and, you know, heavy, and he frowned down at it for a second.

"Hold on," he said, pushing himself up, dashing over to his desk, pulling open a drawer and shifting through a lot of little tools and pieces of metal and wires until he found what he was looking for, brandishing the box cutter in victory.

"Ah-ha!" he declared. "At last! The legendary ultimate weapon to finally defeat this boxy beast!"