Well, wasn't Speccy showing off? The accent with which he spoke his second language was undoubtedly as weird as the one he used with his first. He hadn't heard many Lucians speak their native language, but when he had, they'd all sounded ... strange. Archaic, almost, with odd turns of phrase. His accent in Ivalician was positively ridiculous, like a pompous television character.

"Does nobody else cook here?" Tyki asked, stepping around Ignis to get to the fridge to pour himself a glass of milk. He wasn't in the mood for spending time waiting for a kettle to boil, not with Ignis commandeering the space.

He pulled out a chair and sat at the table, his back to the door. He didn't need to see who came through it. Short of that white-haired Selkie Tag, he'd feel the coming before they reached the door.