[ Look, he can correct him all he wants, but the Conno nickname is definitely sticking, sorry, bud. He's the one who called himself Conno first, anyway! Whether or not that was intentional is irrelevant.

If Prompto is bothered by Connor's backseat storytelling, however, he doesn't make any sign of it. That's actually a great suggestion, and to be honest, he'll probably need others. Storytelling isn't exactly his strong suit, considering how distractable he is, and it's entirely possible — and likely — that he will get distracted on a tangent about chocobos halfway through this story. He'll need Connor on hand to keep him on task.

...Unless the kids would rather hear about chocobos than behemoths. Then all bets are off. ]

Hey, good call! [ Guess these FISH CHILDREN probably haven't ever even seen a dog, let alone any kind of land monster. ] Let's see...soooo, a behemoth is, like — this tall.

[ He raises his arms high above his head, but this is hardly illustrative of the behemoth's true size. ]

Okay, so picture something that tall, except, like, ten times taller, and with four legs and some wicked horns and a tail — oh, and a mohawk, kinda. Does that, uh, make...sense?

[ Of all the times to be missing his camera... ]