Fer it? The slurred word makes Ignis chuckle. Then he bursts into giggles because it reminded him of Cid. And Cindy. Okay, he needs to calm down.

"Smart, very smart," Ignis says, approving. Through his fit of giggles. Ignore it. But because of them, his hand is unsteady and he just gives up on trying to pour the beer. Also shot of whiskey sounds ten times better than drinking another beer.

He leans over to Noct for a second, "I'll be right back," and picks up the bottles and gets up. He walks over to a nearby table, exchanges few words and leaves the drinks. Then goes to the bar and gets them proper drinks. Once he's back and takes a seat, he places a drink in front of Noct with a short explanation: "Shouldn't mix drinks, and I love the game, but- but I'm not drinking that slosh again."