If Ignis didn't have as much as he did, he'd probably do care a little. But, he too, has zero fucks to give right now. Because bacon. The bacon twist smells good and he doesn't want to waste time while it smells so good.

"Hm?" Ignis looks over, nudging Noct with his shoulder gently. "You are starting with a cheese stick? I thought you wanted the bacon."

You're making your advisor look bad. Get on that bacon twist Noct.