[ Gods help him but he really hasn't changed. Ignis eyes the soda a moment, but realizes he doesn't have any ability to have a say in the sort of trash he consumes, does he? Instead, he settles into his seat and nods to the paperwork that is sitting at Noctis' part of the table. ]

There's no...point in mincing words. She's begun filing for divorce. I've already started taking care of the necessary steps to push it through the Council and elsewhere and will be coordinating everything relating to her move and the general status of the household while I'm here.

[ Because, despite the divorce, he's not quite sure if Noctis would have him stay. The option for him to send Ignis away is there, much as he hates it. ]

I won't put words into her mouth, but she spoke to me about it last night. I...wasn't certain if she had ever spoken to you about the idea.