Noctis nods, listening. ...Huh. If he didn't know any better, he'd almost say Ignis sounds more like an Assassin. Yet he decides not to bring that up.

"And not your love of beans?" He teased lightly. "Color me surprised." Except he isn't. At all. He still had to joke a little bit, though. It's in the little brother contract. Noctis grows a little more serious though, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Still gotta get the paperwork done. That, and," he frowns, "-I want to at least become a co-pilot first. Get a few more contacts around the world before I settle anywhere." Even if his lethargy doesn't approve of this. He's determined to at least make it that far. "Besides, what better way to spread word than a cup from here?"

Yes, that's his way of trying to support him. Free advertising.