Everyone is eating, but you.

You’re distanced off — by yourself while Noct, Gladio, and Prompto and Ignis himself are eating. But Ignis notices you’re off by the car, just leaning against it.

He raises a eyebrow slightly in confusion, a small huff leaving his lips as he excuses himself, walking off towards your direction.

“Do you not like my cooking?” Ignis asks, his green eyes piercing into your own eyes.