"Remind me to ask you when we're both sober, then." Noctis smiles faintly,sitting up a little bit more- or, more accurately, leaning on his elbows with his hands clasped in front of him on the table.

She's not too far off, either.

"Beats me. Never heard of 'em." He says, pausing and squinting at a certain moogle lying on their back, on a table. Blink... blink... That certainly is Ivory flopping a little like his catch a few days ago before he put the fish in a bucket. "Gonna have to carry 'er home," he says with a sigh. 'Somehow' is implied.