If he did argue about it, Ignis would just say that he started it. And yes, there are greens sprouting in the future. The mysterious hangover cure that Ignis is so adept at mixing. Every hungover person at their house will thank him.

Right now, the smell of bacon is very alluring. Veggies will wait until tomorrow. "Hmm, indeed." Pause. "Huh. You didn't call me Speccy in quite some time," Ignis glances at Noct.