My Land, My Rules

"And here all Nell and I did," Gladio said with a grunt and a shake of his head, "was fight over oatmeal. But, hey, congrats on managing to avoid your arranged marriage."

Again, he was tempted to mention something about there not being a great track record with that, but he also found himself not exactly wanting to delve into any more of their past than necessary. Leave that to Ignis to figure out what was worth disclosing.