Noctis finally stood up, stretching as he tried to ignore the look Clarus gave him. He didn't particularly care when selecting his own chocobo; the bird had just waltzed up to him. The fact he'd also confused Prompto's hair for food was a bonus.

"I don't know, their grandmother?" He's only kidding; if that faint smirk was anything to go by. The question gets a quick roll of the eyes - once his back is turned, obviously. Astrals, it was almost as if he were back on the royal vessel and a certain someone harping at him applying sunscreen or not. "Yes, Clarus..."

He sighed, patting his chocobo on the neck. "Alright, up you go," he said, as the chocobo opened one eye and kwehed sleepily. Slowly moving to its claws. "That's a good boy." Noctis grinned, stroking his soft feathers before taking hold of the reins and hopping onto his back.