" He's late," Noctis complained, nails drumming harshly on the table.

All it took to throw her off-kilter was a schedule going behind by five minutes.

" You know how the Commodore is," Prima told her with a shrug.

" He is efficient with his time," she argued back.

" But it's a rest day, and he's with my brother, so they're probably gonna be like, y'know..."

" For this long?" she snapped.

" Don't say it like that, it's already gross enough that I had to say it," Prima complained back at her, covering his face. What a nightmare.

" It's already past noon, let's go get something for lunch," he said, hurriedly trying to change the subject.

" I'm not leaving until the Commodore General is here and I can give him my latest findings," she said.

Prima huffed, annoyed. He pulled out his comm and began to look for cheap fast food nearby.

" Here," he said, thrusting it at her. " Tell me what you want."

She huffed, too, eyes narrowing slightly as she examined the menu on the holoscreen.

" None of this is any kind of food I've ever seen before," she said.

" Fried saltad & a drink it is, then," he said.

" What is a fried saltad-?"

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