For the moment, Noct's stomach is in agreement with Ignis'. He's not sure if it's the alcohol in his system or not saying this, but it tastes even better than it smelled from a distance. He hums happily, as his mouth is kinda full and something in the back of his head still says not to talk with his mouth full. No idea what, though. Can't place it. The twist is just that good and he has to remind himself not to eat too fast or he'll likely regret it.

He only finishes half of it for the moment before it dawned on him: "Should prolly get the rest to the others 'fore it gets cold..."

But it's so nice out. The struggle is real.