"Knowin' you, Iggy? You'll make it work. You always have so many good recipes in mind. I don't think I ever told you, but I was never tired of anything you made on the road, even with repeat ingredients."

Prompto also just really likes onions, but that's beside the point. He bounces behind his boyfriend like an excited puppy, flopping onto the ground amongst the flowers once they both come to a stop. "You're the first person who ever really...Cooked for me. At least in a meaningful way that I can remember. The moment my folks knew I could fend for myself, that was it. Been spoiled ever since I met Noct and would steal bits of his lunch though! Even with the lower-tech everything, I can't say my mouth isn't watering thinking about the kinds of food you'll figure out how to make here. Heck, everything you made so far is killer!"

The boy proceeds to make a very dramatic, incredulous scrunchy face at the comment about styling his hair with gross onion water. Who does Ignis think he's talking to?! "Yuck, no way! There's gotta be some way to wash it around here..."

Really, maybe he should have considered this before sticking his face in the bucket multiple times. Still worth it to make Iggy happy, though.