[ Lunafreya can scarcely fault him for the rhythmic sway of his shoulders; the live band has selected a jazzy, upbeat tune to play as the guests mingle, and she can't help the way she smiles up at Prompto while he moves. She, too, feels a certain sense of pride in her friend, happy simply to have him here. While he certainly looks out of his element in such fancy dress, Luna can scarcely find it in herself to care about his appearance past the level of comfort it affords him.

When he gives her that look, she finds herself scoffing with amusement. ]

I'm only being honest. For the way these old money folk carry on, you'd think they were the ones in need of help. They are all very kind and generous to show and donate to the cause, but... Sometimes the masquerade becomes all too much.

[ She knows Prompto is teasing, and she very gently nudges him with her elbow. There's affection in her expression, and appreciation; she knows he always has her back. It's just strange, how their roles are reversed in this instance. ]

Well then, allow me to give you a ride home afterward... Or allow me to leave with you. There are going to be a lot of leftovers, and I could use another movie night after this.

[ And the smile does come, even as a well-dressed woman roughly elbows her way past the two of them in order to get to the fondue fountain on the table before them. ]