[ Dullness, is it? What with everything that's happened, perhaps it's a good thing that they were afforded some measure of dullness. Who knows what will happen next, what tragedy will befall them in the long road ahead?
Right now, Noctis chooses not to dwell on it -- there will be plenty of time for that when he's not in Ignis' company, enjoying the time that they have together. Right now, he chooses to focus on this: what the hell does cinnamon look like?
Noctis is not a fan of spices usually, and he has a vague impression of brown stick-like things he used to steadfastly ignore, but makes note of the request. It's easy enough to ask the vendor for these items and watch him pack it up, and when Noctis catches sight of the cinnamon, he picks up a stick, holding it in Ignis' direction so that he can get a good, but not overpowering sniff. ]
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Right now, Noctis chooses not to dwell on it -- there will be plenty of time for that when he's not in Ignis' company, enjoying the time that they have together. Right now, he chooses to focus on this: what the hell does cinnamon look like?
Noctis is not a fan of spices usually, and he has a vague impression of brown stick-like things he used to steadfastly ignore, but makes note of the request. It's easy enough to ask the vendor for these items and watch him pack it up, and when Noctis catches sight of the cinnamon, he picks up a stick, holding it in Ignis' direction so that he can get a good, but not overpowering sniff. ]
You mean this one? Where does it go?