The gym, tomorrow or-- well, I suppose it's not reasonable for at least the next week, unfortunately. But after, perhaps I can entice you into coming with me.

[ Ignis grabs a slice for himself, folding it neatly in two with a careful little tug and creases it neatly down the middle so that he can bite off the end while he's standing without making a mess, and while still keeping a hand at Noctis' side. Normally he'd like to sit in the chair and maybe keep up on the news idly, but today's been a day, to say the least. Casual won't hurt. ]

As it is, the pizza is remarkably good after such a day.