Prompto huffs, although he really wasn't offended. In fact, it was pretty amusing how well his friend- even a different version of him- knew the blonde. He plopped down next to him and gave his back a friendly bop.

"I don't know, they were in the cookie jar in the kitchen. We've got some kickass bakers on board, so I'm sure they're good." He took one out and handed it over, being careful to brush it lightly against Noct's free hand so he'd know it was there. "BTW, your shorts are totally amazeballs. Super rockin' them dude."