[ Oh, well. You're not fun, Noctis. Ignis doesn't make any promises, but he will endeavor to make the check ins the briefest that he can. Despite the shitty situation, he still wants to make sure that none of them are too miserable and if they are, that he can at least offer some sort of guidance. ]

I'll keep the check-in brief, I promise.

[ Oh, pizza. That's actually pretty promising. Ignis hums in response and doesn't even bother mentioning the salad for once, despite how he thinks about it. Some battles can't be won and shouldn't be fought. ]

I'm pulling into the garage soon; I'll likely lose service but if you want to meet me at the elevator I'll be up soon to deliver something to you.