[ And his demeanor shifts again — into genuine surprise this time, Prompto's eyebrows flying up into his hair. ]

...Wait, for real? That's the one thing in the whole wide temple you'd want to do right now? Ask about my ducks? Dude.

[ ...But then again, maybe it isn't all that surprising. Connor is, after all, investigative to the last, and it's not like Prompto gave any indication as to why he brought them. Maybe that was the only logical conclusion for Connor to come to, if he wasn't going to pick something like, say, eating a whole cake by himself or launching some pumpkins into the air. (These might have been among Prompto's choices.)

A moment passes — and then Prompto's bewilderment gives way to a pure, unadulterated peal of laughter. ]

Heh, alright, that's easy enough! I mean...they're kinda cheery on their own, right?

[ Twisting around, he picks up one of the ducks and then squeaks it in Connor's direction. ]

Figured it's pret-ty impossible to be glum when you got one of these babies keepin' you company. [ ... ] But we could also try to sail 'em on the lake.

[ There's enough for a whole crew here. ]