[ She looks from Prompto's enthusiastic response to Noctis' more subdued one, smiling nonetheless. ]

Mm, they just were in a package delivered just this morning! [ True story. Addressed to her, too. Perhaps it was a mistake, because--] Gladioluses and irises... These flowers are more suited to the both of you, I think. [ For obvious reasons.

The irises remind her of a droplet of ink blooming in water; the gladioluses, like receding stormclouds at dawn. They complement each other. Lifting a hand to tuck a strand behind her ear, she sighs. ] Aren't they lovely?