[ Rather than text, he deletes what he had and accepts the phone call when it comes in, swapping to video mode a moment later. Octavia's still in the other room, so Ignis goes to the chair he'd been sitting in with Luna on his hip, cradling her gently so she doesn't wobble. She's still young - it startles him how fragile she is, sometimes, and then others she'll knock herself into things and be just fine. Babies are resilient, Octavia told him once after he'd been concerned about her knocking herself into something. ]

Some leaders pick up golfing, but your vice is fishing. I must say I must prefer that over golf.

[ It takes him a moment to get the phone situated but he gets Luna in his lap, grabbing for his hands and the phone, burbling happily and he sinks back, smiling at the camera. ]

Indeed. Evidently it's normal for babies to try and stick everything into their mouth. Her poor nursemaid was worried earlier that she'd somehow eaten a crayon but she'd only knocked it down off the table. Hopefully a habit she grows out of.

[ A pause, as he looks Noctis over with a critical eye, lips pressed thinly together instead of the half-smile from earlier. ]

You look as if you need a break. I can come back now; Luna's spending the night here with Octavia, I'm just tending to her while she's on a call.