[ Lunafreya says nothing of the woman, far too used to the self-serving attitudes of the pseudo-humanitarians that attend many of her events; while she knows that just as many people who feel the same as she does also frequent the galas that she throws, Luna would be remiss to believe that the vast majority of her guests aren't after the fact that charity donations are tax deductible.

Prompto's down-to-earth attitude serves as a useful grounding tether, though, and Lunafreya finds herself laughing. ] Shhh. They might hear you.

[ She follows after him easily, not partaking in any of the food but most definitely plucking a lute of champagne from a passing waitperson, offering them a smile and nod of thanks. Luna takes a sip as she watches Prompto load up a plate with things she practically ordered just for him, knowing full well what he's about, also. ]

It does sound nice. [ By all means, romanticize. Lunafreya would be happy to go on a standard bike ride at this point. ] May I request that we take in the night air a bit before returning to your room? A walk in the park sounds nice.

[ Any prying ears may or may not be scandalized by the implications of her request; the esteemed daughter of the Fleuret family, returning to the room of some unmoneyed lad with wild hair after a midnight walk?! Quelle horreur! Still, as far as Luna's concerned, the people can talk. She knows who Prompto is to her, and that's all that matters. ]

Hmm... You know I'll just pick another documentary. For so graciously attending this event with me, I believe you reserve the right to pick again. Wasn't there that one horror film you wanted to watch...?