"...is that how it works, here?" Prompto looks kind of confused as he looks to John, the blush gone as he puts a plate on the table. "I thought Noct and his dad were the only people who could do that."

Noct throws a look at his Guide, but well, that's out of the bag. "...that's why we're here. We're trying to figure out some stuff when it comes to the regulation and distribution of potions-" He pauses, looking to Ignis. Just how much is he allowed to say?

They're there because of somehow potions are being made from another source... and something's happening to the people that get them.