Noctis says nothing on whether or not Ebony deserved it (he did; oh, did he ever). "Aaand yet he did anyway." Gee gee, moogle. You angered the man who knows how to kill with a pen.

He pauses as he contemplates it a moment, humming as he places the container he was packing into the fridge. "Actually..." He starts, having contemplated bringing this up to them at some point, but was now really a good time? Eh, screw it. "I've been thinking of opening a place nearby. A hangout for locals and otherworlders alike." One where they could meet together that wasn't, well. The Center. "Kind of like a lounge with a nap corner? But with a meeting area upstairs."

The Curti Center, he knows, is supposed to be neutral ground, and yet... he has the feeling the others don't see it like that.