[Prompto laughs as the cats prompt(o)ly abandon him for the food, some of them spending more time lightly scuffling with one another than actually eating. He waves some of them away from Momma Cat with the stick part of the cat toy.]

Come on, guys, give her some space. She's got babies on board, you know?

[When the cats seem more or less settled on which bowls they're eating from, a couple of them already wandering off, satisfied, Prompto crouches to watch them, playing idly with the toy.]

Looks like she really has already taken to you, Lucie. Guess she's got good taste.