[ It's the King asking him to go out on an excursion without telling anyone. Logically, that's...not how this should go. Either he'd be the one to tell someone or they'd tell someone on their way out to escort them, right? He has a feeling this isn't something normal they do, but then, he has no idea.
Judging by the way Noctis doesn't want to involve anyone, he thinks it's a fair bet that this isn't allowed. He's not part of the Crownsguard though, is he. Not technically.
Ignis hesitates a moment more and then blows out a breath, agreeing wordlessly. A few fingers through his bangs to straighten them from where they've gotten mussed already and then he follows Noctis out. Escaping the palace is laughably easy; he's not certain if it's because Noctis knows how best to avoid all of the safeguards meant to house him and keep him safe or if it's because security is laughably lax as they rest from the fight with the Empire. He'd double security in certain areas they pass and notes them, along with any other weak spots as they make their way out.
As it turns out, the restaurant is somewhere he'd like. He drinks in the sight of the city around them, slowing at certain shops when colors catch his eye, or in one shop where there's a cat lounging in the sunlight. It makes him hesitate for reasons he doesn't quite get, but they make their way to the restaurant and are seated, handed menus. He looks it over idly, not quite sure if everything sounds good because he's somehow familiar and doesn't recall or just hungry. ]
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Judging by the way Noctis doesn't want to involve anyone, he thinks it's a fair bet that this isn't allowed. He's not part of the Crownsguard though, is he. Not technically.
Ignis hesitates a moment more and then blows out a breath, agreeing wordlessly. A few fingers through his bangs to straighten them from where they've gotten mussed already and then he follows Noctis out. Escaping the palace is laughably easy; he's not certain if it's because Noctis knows how best to avoid all of the safeguards meant to house him and keep him safe or if it's because security is laughably lax as they rest from the fight with the Empire. He'd double security in certain areas they pass and notes them, along with any other weak spots as they make their way out.
As it turns out, the restaurant is somewhere he'd like. He drinks in the sight of the city around them, slowing at certain shops when colors catch his eye, or in one shop where there's a cat lounging in the sunlight. It makes him hesitate for reasons he doesn't quite get, but they make their way to the restaurant and are seated, handed menus. He looks it over idly, not quite sure if everything sounds good because he's somehow familiar and doesn't recall or just hungry. ]
I'll -- whatever you get, I will.