[It'd be the sequel to Phoenix Drive that no one wanted]

You see? I told you.

[Prompto's surprise at being younger was exactly what he was talking about. ... Though now Apollo's wondering just how old Prompto assumed he was, and it's almost too embarrassing to linger on.

When the host shows them to their table, Apollo laughs a little nervously, nudging Prompto with an elbow.] Uh, yeah, sure. That'd be bad. [Seriously, how is he supposed to keep his cool like this?

Once they're seated, Apollo listens to his explanation, too intrigued to even bother looking at his menu yet. He leans in over the table to get a better look at the pictures on the screen, handling the camera somewhat delicately. It looked expensive, so he didn't want to mess with it too much.]

A road trip, huh? That is really cool. And these pictures are seriously great! Is this Venice? [The townhouses in the background of one of the pictures looks awfully European, too. Apollo does soon pause, though, getting a surprised look on his face at seeing one of the group pictures.]

Hey, that's - I met that guy earlier! The dour one with black hair.