"There's a monsoon season, yes," he answers as he pops the top of his can of Ebony. And he most pointedly does not mention the unseasonal rain that had hit the day after the Empire destroyed Insomnia.

"O. M. G.," says Prompto suddenly. "Do you think it's soon? Last time we were in Hammerhead Cindy said the roof of her apartment was leaking. Should we help her patch it up?"

It took all of Ignis' training to keep his eyes on the road, and not close them in sheer second-hand embarrassment. Gladio snorts and gently whaps the back of Prompto's head.

"An excuse to see her bedroom. Kinda pathetic there, Chocobutt."

"Hey!"

"We have enough on our plates without pretending we're carpenters and roofers as well," sighs Ignis, as they pass the strangely-shaped mountain outside Longwythe. "She is a grown woman in possession of a cell phone. She can contract her own employees, Prompto."

"....Yeah, I guess."

Ignis glances in the rearview, trying to meet Noct's eyes, and just barely not guffawing with laughter.