Gladio sucks in a breath, hopeful and eager and before Ignis draws his fingers away entirely he'll feel the way Gladio's cheeks round as he grins. "Celebrating sounds like a plan to me." Real fresh food, not something out of a can or a jar, not made mostly of plastic.

"Right." This Ignis has never met Ollie, doesn't even know he exists, and for a moment it is strange all over again, the vast time differences between them. "Oleander Amicitia." He's just enough of an ass to let it settle for a moment, let Ignis ponder, just so he can see the beginnings of whatever expression would follow the conclusion that Gladio has a kid before he chuckles softly and puts him out of his misery. "My nephew."