[ It feels good, he thinks, to see that flicker of pleasure on his face -- Noctis isn't sure Ignis notices it, but his gaze lingers more than it should. It's been a lifetime, it seems, since Ignis took pleasure in the little things, and maybe that's what should matter. They've had so much shit happen to them, and if Noctis could help alleviate that in any way, well.

Noctis is paying for the spices and the cinnamon, taking the bag and guiding Ignis to the next stall, warmed that the older man is still thinking so far ahead. ] You don't have to cook. It's gonna be a pain to clean up, anyway. And I'm sure Gladio could use the downtime.

[ Noctis responds, ever at his elbow as he leans forward to pick up the sugar, crossing a few more items off the list. Nearby, however, fresh fruit are on display, especially cherries, and he pauses before plucking one from the bunch. It's been awhile since they've seen fruit, haven't they? And Noctis is not as morally opposed to vegetables as he is to fruit. ] Hey, check this out. They've got one hell of a lot of fruit here, and the cherries look good. Wanna try one before we bring some back to the others?