"If you do well, we could fill our larder to the bream."

"Iggy!" groans Prompto, flapping a hand in his general direction. "That was awful!"

"Apologies, I didn't mean to make you flounder."

That one gets even Gladio to groan, and flip Ignis the finger. Success. Feeling far too smug for his own good, Ignis dumps the basin of tepid, filthy dishwater off the edge of the haven. (He's a stickler for buying biodegradable soap, so it'll just filter away and not leave a permanent mark.)

"Three puns in fifteen seconds," groans Prompto. "I think I might go throw myself into the Slough."

"You do realize you're just setting yourself up for further punishment, yes?"

"I will give you all the gil I have if you stop."