He takes a sip of the new drink and sighs in relief despite it burning his throat. This has some taste in it compared to that beer. It's never going to be the same as the one he had back home but it will do its thing.
"...where were we? Ah-" Ignis leans forward again- "You were saying something about... casting fireballs." He shakes his head.
"Whiskey, since you were drinking that. That beer is awful, but thank you Ebony, you tried." The confused moogle gets pat on his head.
"So, Noct." Ignis clears his throat, trying not to sound drunk, "We should go get dinner."
when you expect something serious to come out but then it's just food talk
"...where were we? Ah-" Ignis leans forward again- "You were saying something about... casting fireballs." He shakes his head.
"Whiskey, since you were drinking that. That beer is awful, but thank you Ebony, you tried." The confused moogle gets pat on his head.
"So, Noct." Ignis clears his throat, trying not to sound drunk, "We should go get dinner."