[ It's only after he's set the platter of cookies down that he notices her...watching him. Intently. Her white hair isn't exactly subtle. But Prompto doesn't draw back, even if he does gasp in surprise. She's ignored him so far — why would it be any different this time?

Swallowing thickly, he finds a grin for her, albeit an anxious one. ]

H-hey there! I, uh, I...brought you some cookies. D'you know...cookies? I mean, I guess there aren't ovens under the ocean, are there? Um...anyway. If you wanna try 'em...

[ He gestures to the plate. They're all hers! ]