[ And meanwhile, Prompto had been hoping Vane had some secret insight on where the mouth on the venasou might be. The head-cap-thing seems like a safe bet, but as Prompto steps closer, he doesn't see anything that really screams "mouth" to him. He...doesn't really see anything on the surface at all.

Although...that gives him another (terrible) idea. ]

Hey, what if it's more like a flower, and it sucks up its food through its roots? Or these...weird tendrilly things. [ That's a technical term. Prompto kneels down to prod at one of the tendrils with a finger. ] Here you go, buddy...

[ Extending the hand with the food in it, he waits to see if the venasou will go for it.

Nothing sure is happening. ]