Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

An Ignis without sass, though, was hardly any kind of Ignis at all!

That little rumble from Liliana's stomach pushed his grin a little further, especially with the way that, and the question that followed it, just left him unable to help thinking back to when they'd first met each other, his insistence on finding somewhere still open for them to quiet that rumble down (and, proudly, how little he'd heard of it since, and now he was lifting her hand in his to kiss the back of it.

"Chicken noodle," he informed her, "with plenty of things that are good for mitigating all your current symptoms, including ginger, which also has the benefit of elevating it beyond the expected pedestrian classic. And I do wish you were feeling better...I should have warned you, those shots of Summer's do tend to sneak up on rather unexpectedly."

Not that he had any experience with that, a-hem.

"But besides that...I'm fine."

Or he would be. Or he was close enough to it. He was certainly feeling...better, about some things, at least.

"After all, I had no hope of catching up with you last night, anyway, and it seems that my tardiness has worked in my favor, in the end."