Ignis allowed himself a small smile. He knew what Neliel meant about not sleeping. It was how he usually felt, which had contributed to his chronic dependence on caffeine.

It wasn't, he'd once explained to Noct, that Ignis would die without it, it was that if Ignis didn't have it, other people, such as for example, Noct himself, might.

"I'm an interminable early riser, I'm afraid," he answered, turning back to giving the counter a last wipe to dry it off.

Now. Breakfast. But could he really make breakfast for Neliel without offering it to Tyki? Would that be rude? Although perhaps a Noah wouldn't want something prepared by a Lucian in any case.

Could he bear the thought of cooking for the enemy?

But then what better way to get people to drop their guard than to feed them?

"I'm about to make breakfast," he said, "if you'd like some?"