Ah, the nickname. Of course. Well, Ignis can't argue it when it's correct. He accepts this defeat gracefully. Unlike someone who lost the sparring match and groaned after every bite of salad.

There's a heavy sigh as Ignis stands up to collect the empty plates and to place them in the sink. "Honestly, I do not understand. Black chocobos seem to have a vendetta against me. Both here and back home."

He turns on the water and starts doing the dishes because scrubbing dry yolk is annoying. "Do you think they hate me?"