And here Ignis was feeling quite proud of his ability this last week, to go about life without his attention so laser-focused on that particular topic (or, more accurately, pretending to), and here he was being confronted with it almost immediately through the door. So congratulations, Nell, you've accomplished a rare thing indeed: upon a particularly close inspection, one might have made a good case for a hint of a blush-like flush appearing briefly against his cheeks.

It seemed to mostly clear away, though, along with the clearing of his throat. He gave a small nod, and a smile to match.

"Perhaps I'll have to pass along the invitation to her, then," he said. "Thank you. And here's to hoping they taste as good as they smell. I've been considering experimenting with various ways of making plant-based variations of meats without leaning on the very processed meat alternatives available in the stores. This one uses sweet potato and tofu...I figure if we get Gladio scarfing down his fair share of them, then I will have succeeded, but if not, it may be back to the drawing board, I'm afraid."