Noctis is pretty sure Gladio and Ignis would do anything if Prompto offered them that hopeful look. As for Noctis' own puppy dog eyes, they'd developed an immunity to them far earlier in life and it was all but useless now.

Noctis murmurs his thanks to Prompto for the energy drink, popping the tab open and taking his own sip, watching Gladio grab some water. His brows are slightly furrowed in thought, but he looks back over to Prompto.

"Hanging out in the gardens sounds like a good time," he says, glancing up to Ignis and then back to Prompto. "We've just got a few more drills to go through," more like Gladio chasing Noctis down in the mats, "And then I'll be good to go, I think?"

"You will," Gladio agrees from where he's been none-too-subtly listening. "Cor's got his own stuff to deal with today."