They were her walls, Ignis, she could nibble on them if she liked.

And also that right there was why she made it a point to not help people out. Because sometimes you did and then suddenly everything was very tiresome.

Still the impromptu trip had sweetened her temper back up, so it was a laughing Liliana who came in on Ignis' arm, hands also full of little presents, still holding her souvenir mug with the last few mouthfuls of glühwein in, just as excited about having been somewhere new and interesting as for the Christkindlmarkt itself.