Prompto snorted a laugh at the addition. "Yeah," he said, leaning a hip against the counter as he curled up a little around his own cup, both hands cradling it as if to keep them warm. "That place probably makes a killing around here, they probably just have coffee coming out of the taps on the regular or something, like how sometimes egg nog or cider comes out of the taps everywhere else...."

He took a sip of his drink, which was a nice and indulgent holiday mocha with peppermint and extra whipped cream (because he did have a good session in the gym earlier, he earned it!), and sort of felt the awkwarness trying to creep in on him, now that the theatrics of his planned entrance were over, and he hadn't really planned that far ahead on what to do or say next.

"So, uh...." he tried, "how's the day been so far?"