Ignis pursed his lips and bowed his head before he lifted it again to issue Gladio with a challenging look that had no malice or venom in it. Ignis liked coffee. His preferred brand was Ebony, of course, but he doubted that would be in ready supply on Ivalice. He could make do, if need be, with a lesser brand, he could not make do without coffee.

He knew this. Gladio knew this.

Ignis expected the matter of Gladio's preferred instant noodle brand to come up sooner or later, so Gladio finding Ignis asking for coffee to be amusing was rather a case of the pot sniggering at the kettle.

He followed Nel as she began to walk, explaining the routine with the kitchens. If they were a free for all, then there were no staff, and yet Nel appeared to be taking on the role of staff. Or at least of chef and quartermaster.

He entered the kitchen after Nel and looked around. It was large, but Ignis couldn't help but think it probably hadn't been a kitchen originally. Someone had repurposed it as such, judging by the size and placement, and to great effect. The equipment was modern, and the room was bright. A large dining table occupied the centre, big enough to seat over a dozen people comfortably. His eye was immediately drawn to the oven, fridge, and countertops.

"I'll bear that in mind," he said, as he looked over the equipment from afar, and resisted the urge to go up and examine it and start turning dials, "thank you."