"He can do simple and straightforward, too," Gladio countered. "He just prefers to get all fancy with it, and now you've got me wondering if you really could tell." His eyes narrowed with speculation, as he rubbed his chin and considered this cunning and clever cake plot.

The real solution, actually, was to find a middle ground and give her a Prompto cake.

But, surprisingly, cake wasn't really that on the forefront of his mind anymore. He let out a thoughtful hum and nodded. "Maybe," he agreed. "Guess we won't know 'til we get there, though. You think you're ready to head out?"