Prompto just laughed. The hay comment had only been a joke. No matter how desperate he was, Prompto didn't think he could choke down the stuff. He'd chewed on a blade of hay earlier and the taste had been bitter and gross there was no way of making that better.

But he was happy to move so that Noctis could get up. And once he had, Prompto grabbed at the offered hand and got his own butt up. A butt he brushed with his other hand to free it of any hay clinging to him. "How bout I start dinner while you wash up, then you keep an eye on it and I wash up? Then I'll come dish it out." Teamwork made the dream work, he thought! And Noctis had skill enough to watch food and make sure it didn't burn, even if he couldn't make it himself. At least Prompto thought so.