"Yeah, like shop for ingredients and take meticulous notes." He's just saying, you work a lot, dude.

"Huh, make your own wraps, nice." He'll be steadfastly ignoring the salad, obviously. "And you know I like a good steak."

They reach the market again in short enough order, and Noctis isn't planning to let go of Ignis' hand until Iggy wants him to. He glances around, wondering if Ignis has noticed the, uh...creative designs of a lot of the food here. Like those extremely dick-shaped loaves of bread. Or the way the peaches are packaged in little wrappings shaped like panties. Noctis is used to it by now, but Iggy just got here.

"Hey, check it out, some kind of berries." He pauses to draw Ignis' attention to the display of what are indeed berries, which apparently naturally grow into the perfect boob shape and consistency, complete with 'nipple.' And he watches to see what reaction he'll get. He figures it's about as likely that Iggy will deliberately barely react at all as it is that he'll have some dry, snarky thing to say about it, so he's just rolling the dice.