Look, the most violent he'd get is a whack on the back of the head with a pillow. And the nearest ones are in the living room. Which he really wishes he could just warp to and come back with one of said couch pillows.

But he can't and this makes him sad.

Noctis raises an eyebrow. "And here I thought you'd complain about how 'what it's gained in size it'll have lost in flavor.'" But, then again, low funds. He guesses it's more a case of how much they can make their gil spread until some of them get jobs (the employment kind)...