Noctis groans at the returned pun. Not because it was bad, mind - but he has a feeling there's going to be a lot of greens in his future after tonight. But that's just a nagging little thought in the back of his head at the moment, drowned out by the promise of bacon.

"Hmm..." Yeah, fuck it. The sun certainly went down by the time they left so it could be that long. Maybe even longer, if he were thinking straight. Which, he purposely isn't. At least that heavenly aroma is getting stronger. "Think we might be in luck, Speccy."