"I shall make you the finest fish feast when we get there," Ignis lets his fingers drift across Gladio's cheek once more before finally letting his hand fall away. "After all, it's been some time since we were all together. I think we have much reason to celebrate."

Plus he has all those herbs that Mira just gave him, though he has to save some to make her a feast of her own. Still, what perfect timing.

At the mention of the name Ollie, Ignis' expression becomes curious. Obviously, a child born after the darkness fell, but to who?

"And Ollie is?"