"I miss Prompto's photos," Ignis admits, crossing his legs as he sits down. There was always something there to chuckle about, Prompto catching all of them in weird, funny or embarrassing positions. He really had a sense for photographic timing that's for sure.

"I wonder if there is a way to get his camera back." Is there a shop they could acquire one for him? It probably won't be as good as the one he has back home but it would be something. And maybe it would cheer him up a bit. Their friend looked really down these last few days.

Somewhere vaguely above them, on the second floor, Ebony's singing "Little Miss Muffet"