It had been a few off weeks for making it over to Nell and Gladio's on Monday, but since everything seemed in order (knock on wood, although he was hardly a superstitious fellow), Ignis felt it was a good time to get back on his cake-related bullshit as his offering, with an approving sniff of the air to conclude that Nell's cooking rarely disappointed for that comfort that only more rustic fare could bring.
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