Prompto wasn't going to ask what the hell kind of art was going to involve a hairless boneless head of an animal, but he probably didn't have to. His dubious expression probably said it well enough on its own.

Some food could be art, sure, like last week. This...Prompto wasn't quite so convinced.

But, still, he said, "Right, art," and nodded, throwing a few more...uh...hand flourishes into it as worked? At least he tried, right?