( ... well. there may not have been any complaints from him if the prince had decided to stay where he was — though he will need to maintain the use of peripheral movement if he's expected to keep with the making of these totally-not-completely-unhealthy pancakes. he's pleased enough that noctis takes the offered juice ( vitamin c! calcium! it's a bloody start ) and he might just give a little huff of laughter at that first comment. ) Certainly not. Especially when it's often your only source of anything remotely nutritional.
( and. whose fault is that, exactly? who caters to this boy's every whim and tantrum when it comes to a diet that consists of negative actual sustenance? honestly, ignis scientia, you aren't doing yourself or your prince any favors.
he continues mixing the batter, movements autonomous, though he doesn't miss the way noct flops down into the chair and props his elbows on the table. sigh, young man. just because the food hasn't been completely prepared yet doesn't mean you're allowed a lapse in manners.
… what manners. ) Even if, technically, peanuts are members of the Leguminosae family?
( of course he knows the scientific name. what a fucking nerd. )
[ it takes him a second because it takes much longer for prince naptis to wake up entirely every single morning. which is hell for ignis, surely, and the only way noctis has been living his life for as long as he can remember. ]
Beans?[ he makes sure to sound especially affronted by the statement if only becuase ignis thought to specifically point it out. he rests his chin over hands flattened against the table and frowns through his fallen bangs. ( nope, no manners right now. probably no manners later but it is still early in the day. ) ]
Why're you telling me this now? [ because if he was actually being serious, there might be an actual rejection of the peanut butter. but thankfully noctis likes it too much to actually deny himself that sort of bean.
( realistically speaking, ignis isn't expecting a very sudden realization to what he's just said; he's more amused with himself for having given that over in the first place, because of course he's going to think the science of it is funny, but when noct comes out with that exclamation it takes everything in him to keep from letting slip a laugh that would betray his amusement and find him caught red-handed.
also, really, no manners are expected, either. but that's just par for the course. ) To see that precise look on your face. ( maybe it's part of the fact that ignis has always been a morning person and his prince here absolutely has never been, and that gives the older a bit of a jumpstart on messing with him.
( this is for all the trouble you give him when he tries to wake you in the mornings, you see. you've brought this on yourself. )
quirking a brow, he pauses in stirring the batter for a small moment, peering back over his shoulder. ) It doesn't change the fact that you like them, does it Noct?
[ is that a catch-all response or is noctis choosing to respond to one question? we're not sure. he probably isn't sure either, the sleepyhead. at least the smell of food helps in pushing the prince further into the real world, away from dreamland.
he scrunches his face at the thought of real beans anyway. that face disappears when he lowers his head to press his forehead against his now-open palms on the table. ] Peanuts might be the only beans that are acceptable. Who called them nuts in the first place if they aren't? [ since iggy seems to be the guy with all the food science knowledge. ]
( now listen here, prince sleepyhead. boys that still somehow manage that level of sass before they've even finished their morning juice don't get the sort of delicious things he's currently attempting to prepare for you, and —
… of course,that's a lie that he can't even hope to keep up, even for the sake of a farce, because quite frankly the idea of leaving noctis without the most important meal of the day — out of spite or otherwise — leaves him with a deep feeling of regret despite having not even done it, and. ignis scientia does not have regrets.
curses. foiled by his mother-chocobo nature.
now, just because he's privy to the information that peanuts are, in fact, legumes — that does not in any way mean he knows who first started calling them nuts. he's quiet for a moment as he finishes mixing the batter, perhaps even buying himself time, before he deigns to answer. ) I'm not sure.
( gasp. the great ignis scientia ( ™ ) doesn't know something? better call someone. ) Why don't you look it up while these are cooking? ( aha, gotcha.
yes, he can find a way to make you do homework even when there should be none for you to have. if you're so interested, highness.
escusey. he must start dolloping batter on a pre-heated surface now. can't talk. )
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( and. whose fault is that, exactly? who caters to this boy's every whim and tantrum when it comes to a diet that consists of negative actual sustenance? honestly, ignis scientia, you aren't doing yourself or your prince any favors.
he continues mixing the batter, movements autonomous, though he doesn't miss the way noct flops down into the chair and props his elbows on the table. sigh, young man. just because the food hasn't been completely prepared yet doesn't mean you're allowed a lapse in manners.
… what manners. ) Even if, technically, peanuts are members of the Leguminosae family?
( of course he knows the scientific name. what a fucking nerd. )
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Beans? [ he makes sure to sound especially affronted by the statement if only becuase ignis thought to specifically point it out. he rests his chin over hands flattened against the table and frowns through his fallen bangs. ( nope, no manners right now. probably no manners later but it is still early in the day. ) ]
Why're you telling me this now? [ because if he was actually being serious, there might be an actual rejection of the peanut butter. but thankfully noctis likes it too much to actually deny himself that sort of bean.
the rest can go burn, though. ]
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also, really, no manners are expected, either. but that's just par for the course. ) To see that precise look on your face. ( maybe it's part of the fact that ignis has always been a morning person and his prince here absolutely has never been, and that gives the older a bit of a jumpstart on messing with him.
( this is for all the trouble you give him when he tries to wake you in the mornings, you see. you've brought this on yourself. )
quirking a brow, he pauses in stirring the batter for a small moment, peering back over his shoulder. ) It doesn't change the fact that you like them, does it Noct?
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[ is that a catch-all response or is noctis choosing to respond to one question? we're not sure. he probably isn't sure either, the sleepyhead. at least the smell of food helps in pushing the prince further into the real world, away from dreamland.
he scrunches his face at the thought of real beans anyway. that face disappears when he lowers his head to press his forehead against his now-open palms on the table. ] Peanuts might be the only beans that are acceptable. Who called them nuts in the first place if they aren't? [ since iggy seems to be the guy with all the food science knowledge. ]
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… of course,that's a lie that he can't even hope to keep up, even for the sake of a farce, because quite frankly the idea of leaving noctis without the most important meal of the day — out of spite or otherwise — leaves him with a deep feeling of regret despite having not even done it, and. ignis scientia does not have regrets.
curses. foiled by his mother-chocobo nature.
now, just because he's privy to the information that peanuts are, in fact, legumes — that does not in any way mean he knows who first started calling them nuts. he's quiet for a moment as he finishes mixing the batter, perhaps even buying himself time, before he deigns to answer. ) I'm not sure.
( gasp. the great ignis scientia ( ™ ) doesn't know something? better call someone. ) Why don't you look it up while these are cooking? ( aha, gotcha.
yes, he can find a way to make you do homework even when there should be none for you to have. if you're so interested, highness.
escusey. he must start dolloping batter on a pre-heated surface now. can't talk. )