Well, they won't get too far. Hopefully. Also maybe they will run into someone on the street! Have them join for some greasy, delicious bacon. The more he thinks about it, more hungry he is. The only problem is- Ignis can't remember where he saw that delicious bacon before coming to the bar.

"Was I not before?" Ignis mutters slowly, his head now leaning on top of Noct's. Feels nice. If he weren't hungry, he wouldn't mind staying here and dozing off for a moment, or two, or three. "Was I... speaking Old Lucian again?" ...he knows some very good swear words in Old Lucian.

He eyes the glass with water and knows that it will be bad if he doesn't drink it. Oh well.