Jeez, there are so many buttons on that thing. It looks real fancy - the kind of top of the line thing that he'd see in ads on the television that asked for a stupid amount of money. But Prompto talking about advertising himseslf does draw out a chuckle.

"I think our advertising is that we're the only bakery in town," he points out, settling down against the counter with his arms crossed as Prompto leans closer. Prompto may try to hide it, but he catches that somber look. Angeal merely says nothing on it for now, instead craning his head to get a look at that picture. He whistles at the sight, not only from the excellent look of the dish (he might have an idea of what to make tonight, if he can reach the mermaids soon enough), but from that wonderful framing.

"Now isn't that something." He looks back up at Prompto. "But it's not that I doubt you'd do a good job. I just didn't think anyone would want to do something like this." Besides, again, him. "Well, take a seat, and we'll be right over to you. I have to think about what else we have prepared already..."