[ So long as it's all business, Ignis thinks that he can maintain a level of decorum and escape this breakfast unscathed. Now he's the one who's a coward, avoiding conversations that he doesn't want to have by ignoring the real question underneath. He can't even really be disappointed with himself, not when he has so much else going on. This is something to regret at two in the morning when he lies awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering how the hell he's going to go about fixing this. ]

Perfect. I'll ensure that everything is divided accordingly.

[ Blessedly, this divorce promises to be less of a nightmare than others he's witnessed. There's a level of stability that has to be maintained with their positions, which helps, but Ignis was still a little prepared for a potential fight on one side or the other. That Octavia drafted everything in preparation and Noctis is not fighting it is welcome and will make the coming weeks easier. What won't be easy is what comes after today. The Council will likely question Noctis half to death - what caused it, what was the reasoning, why did she initiate it instead of him, but he can't help with that right now. ]

I haven't decided yet. My contract with Aranea is on hold temporarily while I resume duties here. I have two months to decide. [ His nose wrinkles over the rim of the coffee cup he's sipping. ] She intended this to be a vacation of sorts, so I won't be doing two jobs while here.