Ignis cracked a third egg into the pan, and couldn't hear more than an indistinct murmuring from the table over the sound of sizzling.

"How do you prefer your eggs?" he asked, turning slightly to direct the question to Apache.

He was enjoying this. It wasn't often he got to make breakfast for people that appreciated it. He'd cooked every day since they'd arrived for Gladio, of course, but that wasn't really the same. Gladio was accustomed to high standards, his love of cup noodles aside.