If not shoes, surely socks, then. There must be a middle ground between dirt on all the furniture and Noct's feet like ice cubes when he inevitably puts them up on Ignis.
Either way, Ignis certainly isn't contemplating as much right now; he does have to concentrate to break eggs, and listening to Noct chop a pepper like it's personally offended him makes for soothing background noise. He murmurs a faint affirmative noise in response to the question, which he really only half hears (we can all probably assume Ignis processes anything involving coffee with all the awareness of his own breathing), then lifts his head at the yawn, expression focusing and softening at the same time.
"If you'd be so kind." He, you know, elects to actually vocalize, radiating fondness in Noct's direction. As per previous mention elsewhere, even if Noct is the one who makes the coffee out of practicality vis a vis hot liquids, Ignis likes the routine. The reliability of domesticity when very little else can be relied on these days. "And set this on the front left burner, please. Lowest setting."
"This" referring to the skillet set out amongst his organized jumble of kitchen things. Meanwhile he will be attempting to whisk eggs, brain clacking ahead to what spices they might have. One thing at a time. He can do this. With assistance, speaking of, dryly: "Do let me know if I'm about to walk into it."
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Either way, Ignis certainly isn't contemplating as much right now; he does have to concentrate to break eggs, and listening to Noct chop a pepper like it's personally offended him makes for soothing background noise. He murmurs a faint affirmative noise in response to the question, which he really only half hears (we can all probably assume Ignis processes anything involving coffee with all the awareness of his own breathing), then lifts his head at the yawn, expression focusing and softening at the same time.
"If you'd be so kind." He, you know, elects to actually vocalize, radiating fondness in Noct's direction. As per previous mention elsewhere, even if Noct is the one who makes the coffee out of practicality vis a vis hot liquids, Ignis likes the routine. The reliability of domesticity when very little else can be relied on these days. "And set this on the front left burner, please. Lowest setting."
"This" referring to the skillet set out amongst his organized jumble of kitchen things. Meanwhile he will be attempting to whisk eggs, brain clacking ahead to what spices they might have. One thing at a time. He can do this. With assistance, speaking of, dryly: "Do let me know if I'm about to walk into it."