How did he end up with a clumsy moogle? Or rather 'so excited it could lead to disaster' moogle? Hopefully Ebony doesn't try to help him cook later because, with how things are looking, it will end up cooking himself in the pot.

Ignis isn't sure what they should do either, or what is expected of them to do in return for being saved because he doubts this will stay and be -free-. But right now, he's too tired to even briefly think about it.

Ah. Right.

"Apologies," Ignis says with a small smile and places the jar with jam on the counter. "It is a habit." While the guys wouldn't die and could make cup noodles, anything else past that is for Ignis to handle so he more than easily just falls back into the role of resident cook.

"I want coffee myself, so I don't mind making some for you as well."