[Gladio nods, taking the assessment of the drink on board as he had the other and reached for the glass, giving it a critical look. More grape. He supposed he could try and condense the syrup down a bit more... Or maybe add another fruit along with the grape? Maybe pear, or melon?
He was considering this when he noticed the look on Prompto's face and chuckled.]
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He was considering this when he noticed the look on Prompto's face and chuckled.]
Not as good as back home. But it'll do for now.
[He leaned on the bar, arms folded upon the top.]
You have a favourite fruit, Prom?