Oh man, seriously? You guys're my heroes! If we can get Iggy in on this, we could be eating curry every other night! Ah, that's the dream...

[ Or, at least, it's Prompto's dream. He takes another sip of the coffee before setting the mug back down. Even if he smashed his face into it, he's sure going to still try this curry. Who knows! Maybe it will be better for having been on his face.

(....It won't. That's definitely the sickness talking.) ]

Who's the chef? Is he some kinda curry genius?

[ Little does he know... ]