[ Ann's not much into the whole lovey dovey scene at the moment, what with her own boyfriend being who he is, but that doesn't mean she can't enjoy whatever rendition of this holiday this place deems to dream up. Besides, everyone knows the best part about Valentine's Day or whatever this actually is here is the candy, and she's never going to turn her nose up at a sweet.

She sidles up next to poor Prompto, leaning her back against the table casually, as if this is an every day, normal thing and as if she actually knows this poor young man -- ]

Lot's to choose from, right? Selecting the perfect chocolate is no easy task.

[ She folds her arms under her chest and hums, glancing down into the bowl. ]

If I can be honest? I tend to just cram every chocolate I see down my throat without a second thought, so I mean, I can't really speak on selecting a really good one. Anyways, hi, I felt the need to come and bother a fellow enjoyer-of-chocolate.