It wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't six bowls of it, Ignis. Just saying.

Noctis finishes his after Ignis collects the previously empty plates, so he brings it over to the sink himself. Though in the silence, he contemplates the answer.

"Can't say I know about every black chocobo, but considering how Felix didn't attack you?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. Yeah, he's fully aware how temperamental his bird is. "I think he likes you. And thinks it's playing. Also pretty sure that chick we saved thinks you're her uncle."