Well now, that accent was a great big Uberwaldian flag, wasn't it? And the implied threat trailed along like a banner behind it, fluttering in the wind, impossible to miss. Yet if Ignis responded to it directly, he'd be the one jumping to conclusions about the intentions of the Noah.

"By now I expect he's working out and performing his morning ablutions," Ignis replied, his Jyllandi coming in a cut-glass Insomnian accent. He'd always sounded more like the King than Noct ever had. "What of yours?" he asked, glancing at Tyki over his shoulder. "Homework, perhaps?"

He removed the sandwiches from the pan, and placed them directly in the oven to keep warm. "How do you like your eggs?" he asked, in Ivalician. He didn't pause as he added some more butter to the pan and swirled it around to melt.