"Extra terrible and extra cheesy," Noctis agreed, and he angled himself so he was close to Prompto - easier to share the popcorn bucket that way.

He smiled at his friend, his head at a weird angle relative to his. "All right - every time we predict what the next line is, we get a point. Bonus points for accuracy. Whoever gets the most points by the end ..."

Noctis made a vague gesture in the air. "I dunno, something. I'm going to win."