[ prompto's already halfway through with the cleaning part, efficient as always (unless distracted) because of old habits from home he can't seem to break. still, he likes this moment more than he should, fighting a yawn as he tips back into the water and lets it wash over his hair. he huffs out a sound that could be part scoff, part amusement. ]

Don't worry about it, okay? We'll figure it out. [ he offers him a softer smile. ] Fun's kinda subjective anyway, so it could literally be anything.