"Sure. I'd offer to let you do the cooking there, too, but if we're feeding Prom and Noct as well, it makes as much sense to make the food over at their place as it does having them come over to mine." A beat. "Ours."

Gladio has to admit, he likes the sound of that.

He behaves himself for a minute or so longer, letting Ignis go back to market perusal, before he speaks up again. "Hey, Iggy?"