"So not what I meant!" Prompto squawks, waving his arms for some sort of emphasis. It just makes him look a little silly, but the point is made. Though really, the mental image of Prompto socking a deer in the head with a left hook must be at the very least mildly entertaining.

Ignis' explanation of technology is twofold for Prompto: it makes perfect sense to the boy, on one hand. On the other, the additional not-so-veiled praise of his intellect has his cheeks heating up more. He might be one to strut around and gas himself up jokingly, but getting the real deal from others is a totally different ball game. Especially a boyfriend. "Iggyyyyy-dude! It really is just me tinkering!"

Regardless, Ignis successfully sows the seeds of ideas in the head of an eager inventor. It catches like a spark, and lights up in his face and eyes. Prompto has found something purposeful and enriching to pursue. "I could probably scope out resources here and what they do use so far as ranged tech and go from there. Probs not much further than like a bow and arrow. Could start small with that before figuring out craziness like bullets and flintlocks with nothing to go off here but my own guns..." and there he goes. "There's probably ways to make what people have here better! Plus traps are probably not super far along either."

Prompto will absolutely find a corner in the house and litter it with different rudimentary bows and prototypes now. Likely to plan, for the calculated Ignis. "I'll poke Gladdy at dinner or somethin. Pick his brain. I bet you we could make a setup for the area around here. Get the ingredients to start rolling in."

That seems to have settled that little problem, at the very least.

"I'm sure you already got plans to make moves in this place too, right? Already got a whole profile list of the people you saw before we got back together? All that deep cut intel?"

Prompto is mostly joking. Mostly. He also knows how intense one Ignis Scientia is.