[What was that like, Cloud wondered, being able to make such lively small talk at the drop of a hat? Pretty lonely, probably. How many layers does one person need in order to keep other people out? Was Prompto even capable of taking enough of them off if he wanted to?

He managed to order a hamburger and fries, Prom's salad, and a milkshake. Right now he wasn't sure he wanted to know what Prompto's "usual" was.]

It's probably good that they don't have any green beer. Or any kind of beer. I think I've had enough for now. Some actual food will probably help.