[Squinting, everything still whispering to him about how much of a trap this is, Noct slowly... slowly starts to come back into the kitchen, unsure of just how much of a fool he's made of himself and Ludger's honesty.]
You made... tomato pudding, and regular pudding. [Slowly, his feet start to carry him in further, because - well, it's hard to think he's lying for how hard he's laughing.]
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You made... tomato pudding, and regular pudding. [Slowly, his feet start to carry him in further, because - well, it's hard to think he's lying for how hard he's laughing.]