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GOOD MANNERS

It was Prompto's first official dinner at the castle that didn't involve trespassing the kitchen area and sneaking out bowls of stew and stealing pork chops from the pans – now he was an official guest, not a pest (as the cook called him time and time again).

He was asked to come as the prince's friend. Nothing important. Casual event… for royal standards of course.

Prompto, gods bless his soul, came dressed in a suit. Or rather appeared to be a suit but, upon a closer inspection, was just a blazer and jeans.

An odd combination that was.

'It was the best Prom had, on such a short notice' Noctis explained 'furthermore the commoners call such get-up business casual and it's deemed an appropriate attire for semi-formal meetings'.

Asked how can an attire be both business and casual, the prince just shrug his shoulders.

'Prompto,' Noctis explained the logic behind his friend's outfit, 'decided if his clothes were good enough for a job interview they were good enough for a royal court meeting'.

The mental gymnastics of that young man often left Regis baffled.

The king sighed and glanced at the arrangement of forks and spoons - A precise rows of utensils, shining in the dim light of chandeliers – quickly deciphering what would be served for today's feast. Lobster would be one of them… great, Noctis liked seafood, he wouldn't make any scenes as long as the cooks didn't overdo salads.

On the prince's left side, Prompto locked his gaze at the same items the king was looking – however he appeared paler than minutes ago, his eyes got bigger and bigger with confusion and fear.

Regis chuckled.

Prompto must have not yet read that chapter from his savior-vivre manual, if he decided to read that thick brick anyway.