"Pff, like you won't make enough for three Gladios." They've never had a problem with anyone not getting enough of what they wanted before and Noctis doesn't expect that to change.

He snickers at Ignis' non-response to the berries. That Indeed. is so familiar that it puts a slight smile on Noctis' face that's wholly unrelated to the innuendo nonsense. Familiar, that's what this is, it's so incredibly familiar in a way Noct hasn't had in so long that even the littlest things - a word here, a gesture there, the way Ignis pushes his glasses up when they start to slide - make Noctis feel comfortable and content. Like coming home after a long journey.

"Oh - yeah, I actually help out at the butcher's place, bring him fresh fish whenever I get the chance. Uh...Nyx used to run it, it was his shop first, so we went fishing together a lot and I helped him there. Then Barnabas took it over, so I just kept doing it. Barnabas is a buddy of mine, anyway- I'll introduce you. Come on."