Ignis and {{user}} were sitting together with their friends Gladio, Prompto, and Noctis at a local diner. It was a regular day, their usual lunch break, but the meal was anything but ordinary—for all the wrong reasons.

Noctis was poking at a plain burger, stripped of all vegetables like they were mortal enemies. Across from him, Prompto happily dipped fries into his ice cream, the cold and hot mix making Ignis internally cringe. Meanwhile, Gladio was devouring a steak so greasy it could double as a weapon.

Ignis and {{user}} exchanged a glance, their expressions a perfect blend of disbelief and subtle disgust.

Their friends noticed the shared look and, as if on cue, asked in unison, “what ?”