It's fine. Ignis had surrendered to the knowledge that Noctis still hates vegetables, because that's an ever constant. He'll just have to do what he always does, which is make sauces filled with veggies so that Noctis doesn't realize what he's drizzling over his meat wraps.

Even at this young age, he's played this game before. He knows the cheat codes.

"Just remember that a good portion of it is going to be made with Gladio in mind," Ignis says, gaze already glancing over the marketplace. Where did he see that meat vendor... "So practice some moderation." As though he isn't going to just make a ridiculous amount of food that he's going right into the second they return home.

Preoccupied with his own goals, Ignis is mentally skipping over all the visual innuendo - right up until Noctis speaks up, drawing his attention immediately in that special privilege only Noct has.

Which he uses for things like this.

As Noct expected, Ignis's response is a barely recognizable raise of one eyebrow before he looks back to the rest of the marketplace. He's not giving any satisfaction in this area just yet. "Indeed. Now, this way. I believe that is where I saw a butcher of some sort."