Noctis smirked, folding the map up again and dismissing it; he was definitely, definitely leaning towards the cinnamon roll theory. He'd seen Iris show the same kind of enthusiasm when visiting the royal stables, so he could totally buy into the idea that Prompto genuinely felt that way. If the reality of what Prompto's life had been like wasn't so sad, he might have been tempted to tease a little. Instead, his response was more genuine. "It's not dumb. If nobody ever dreamed about taking care of chocobos, there'd be none of them left- the war almost made them go extinct. It's because of people like you that they're not just storybook creatures now." He considered leaving it at that, and then more quietly added, "I used to want to run an animal shelter. Can't exactly blame you for loving chocobos."

The conversation made him feel a little better, more confident and focused on what they were doing here, so he tugged the table a little closer to himself and leaned over the feather once more, hovering his hands just above the curls of down. After a few seconds, a warm blue light began to flow into it, weaving itself into the tips and soaking inward to the center. The more magic flowed into it, the more it began to pulse with energy. He'd keep working on it while they talked.