[ He could move off to the side so he's not so firmly in Noctis' way and vice versa, but this is quite comfortable and truth be told, Ignis likes being this close to him, likes all the ridiculous angles and ways they fit together even when it's difficult. He's never been comfortable like this with someone else before, never had this all-encompassing certainty that someone was the one like he has with Noctis. ]

Rationing is still in effect, and I'm relatively certain that you were the one who said nobility in all its forms shouldn't be treated any different than the rest.

[ He may not have been talking about spices, but still; Ignis is careful to hold them to the same standards they hold their people to in everything, which means if they want special spices at times, he has to go on trips to get them or send someone when they're out on business.

The cherry tomato is popped into his mouth with a quick pluck and he doesn't bother hiding the low, startled noise at how good it is. Fruit grown in the sunlight, fruit that's fresh and sweet, not canned or grown in a greenhouse, tiny and half-withered -- it's a shame Noctis doesn't care for them because they're superb. ]

Organized in your study for you. I took the liberty of picking up a few of the ones you were missing; I'm not certain if they were lost in the move or through time, but you should have the full collection of everything, now.