"Today?" Prompto asked, taking a second to dance backwards toward the counter to set the folder on it for safe-keeping and then bouncing forward those few steps again. "Not a whole lot, actually. Mostly just watching this little fluffball," he hitched his thumb over to the kitten currently terrorizing the largest dogs in the puppy pen, "prove his mettle." His face broke out into a lopsided grin. "It's pretty great, actually. Maybe you should try to paint him."