[he glances at the discarded food and can't help himself in cleaning it up. He'll stow it away for later, or for someone else to come by and eat. Ignis brushes off the stray crumbs before turning his attention back to Noct]
Yes. The black Chocobo, wasn't it? I would like to see it.
[he had no intention of leaving Noct alone anyway, but will take the poorly-hidden invitation]
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Yes. The black Chocobo, wasn't it? I would like to see it.
[he had no intention of leaving Noct alone anyway, but will take the poorly-hidden invitation]