So, Prompto had kind of given Vette some food for thought yesterday over at the bakery, and she'd been turning it over in her head ever since. It was the sort of thing that had seemed a little too good to be true, the idea that just going for it without worrying about what other people thought would ever end in anything but regret. But he'd said it all like he knew what he was talking about, and Vette couldn't deny that the things that held her back now where mostly ghosts of things that hadn't been a part of her life since she was about eight.

She was turning the whole thing over and over in her head while playing the most relaxing video game she could find, today. The sort where she could just tune out and play by reflex, all while sitting and thinking distracted thoughts about a certain big earnest Zora boy, and what he'd make of it if she just walked up to him and announced that she was going to rubber-stamp claim him as her big earnest Zora boy before dragging him down by that cravat and kissing him silly. It didn't hurt that she already knew that kissing was on the table, at least, and--

"Ugh, headcrabs!"

Sorry, train of thought interrupted by shooting enemies in this game. This nice, relaxing game.

[OOC: Open for the slooooowest of slowplay until later this evening, as I'm tabling a con aaaah.]