[If asked, Ignis wouldn't say he enjoys cooking. No, it's just something he was forced to take up as part of his long list of duties and obligations to the Crown Prince. Someone had to make his meals and it simply wasn't feasible to make the royal chefs go out to his apartment to cook for him, so naturally, that role would fall upon the prince's chamberlain. It's complicated.
In practice, however, the truth is that Ignis is passionate about cooking and food, to an obvious degree that goes beyond a royal obligation. He loves creating new recipes. He loves making his friends' favorite dishes. He loves trying new foods and learning from them.
So when confronted by this...this...sludge, he doesn't know what to do with it other than stare down at it like it has personally offended him. And really, it has.
He tries to tell himself that it's because this is a place filled with beings who don't need to eat. So naturally, they'd have no culinary culture of their own. It doesn't work. This is still an affront to his sensibilities. In this futuristic, science fiction looking place, they don't have any information about cooking? None at all? He doesn't believe that.]
I suppose I should be grateful to them for trying, but this is really...
[He doesn't want to be rude but...]
...unacceptable.
[Now what is Noctis going to eat?]
II. The Supercenter
[Ah, now here's is something that seems a little bit like home. Such a large and blatant display of consumerism is oddly comforting, reminding him of the Crown City. Ignis tries to ignore the little pang in his heart as he remembers the fact that Insomnia is not in the best of shapes right now, having sustained heavy damage and currently under foreign occupation.
Ignis isn't looking to buy anything. Not anything in particular, anyway. He's simply here to look around and feel a bit nostalgic for home.
The vendors, however, have different ideas. Wherever he goes, robotic shopkeepers immediately approach him, welcoming him to their humble little corner of the Supercenter and might they interest him in some of their fine products for sale? It's oddly charming at first, but after the tenth time it's beginning to get annoying.]
No, thank you. I'm only here to browse.
[The flying cube that's currently pestering him, however, seems to have other ideas and is trying to steer him towards a display table filled with various items, beeping enthusiastically.]
Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV
[If asked, Ignis wouldn't say he enjoys cooking. No, it's just something he was forced to take up as part of his long list of duties and obligations to the Crown Prince. Someone had to make his meals and it simply wasn't feasible to make the royal chefs go out to his apartment to cook for him, so naturally, that role would fall upon the prince's chamberlain. It's complicated.
In practice, however, the truth is that Ignis is passionate about cooking and food, to an obvious degree that goes beyond a royal obligation. He loves creating new recipes. He loves making his friends' favorite dishes. He loves trying new foods and learning from them.
So when confronted by this...this...sludge, he doesn't know what to do with it other than stare down at it like it has personally offended him. And really, it has.
He tries to tell himself that it's because this is a place filled with beings who don't need to eat. So naturally, they'd have no culinary culture of their own. It doesn't work. This is still an affront to his sensibilities. In this futuristic, science fiction looking place, they don't have any information about cooking? None at all? He doesn't believe that.]
I suppose I should be grateful to them for trying, but this is really...
[He doesn't want to be rude but...]
...unacceptable.
[Now what is Noctis going to eat?]
II. The Supercenter
[Ah, now here's is something that seems a little bit like home. Such a large and blatant display of consumerism is oddly comforting, reminding him of the Crown City. Ignis tries to ignore the little pang in his heart as he remembers the fact that Insomnia is not in the best of shapes right now, having sustained heavy damage and currently under foreign occupation.
Ignis isn't looking to buy anything. Not anything in particular, anyway. He's simply here to look around and feel a bit nostalgic for home.
The vendors, however, have different ideas. Wherever he goes, robotic shopkeepers immediately approach him, welcoming him to their humble little corner of the Supercenter and might they interest him in some of their fine products for sale? It's oddly charming at first, but after the tenth time it's beginning to get annoying.]
No, thank you. I'm only here to browse.
[The flying cube that's currently pestering him, however, seems to have other ideas and is trying to steer him towards a display table filled with various items, beeping enthusiastically.]