[ Noctis makes a little noise when Ignis sneaks half of his croissant -- hey, he was going to eat that! -- but he's ultimately indulgent, an arm coming to drape around his shoulders when he snuggles up (that's totally snuggling, sweetheart, and he's going to take full advantage of that). Forking up the pile of scrambled eggs with no small amount of enthusiasm after scattering salt and pepper on it (all one-handed, mind), he chews and swallows. ]

Good, then you can sell more spices to the kitchens. It's like they're allergic to them.

[ He grumbles good-naturedly, before forking up another mouthful. It's mornings like these that he loves, especially when he gets to spend time with his pilfering lover who has developed a very common habit known as 'not ordering what they want, but stealing food from their hapless other halves anyway', of which Noctis is long-suffering and indulgent. He rolls a cherry tomato towards Ignis with a soft grunt of disapproval, followed by the salad that the chef probably had tirelessly hoped Noctis would one day cave to consume. ]

Make yourself useful if you're going to eat half my breakfast, you thief. [ He hums, his tone endlessly fond. ] Speaking of bat boys, what did you do with all my comics?