Well, if the cat and steward were going with Liliana that day, then Ignis was just going to have to make sure to whip up a little something extra to bring with their lunch that day.

There was the soft knock, and the brief second of slipping off his glasses before opening the door, and though his hand just instinctually then moved toward the lock, it paused in deference to the fact that it was presumably still a slightly more crowded office than usual by the the time he arrived.

"Liliana?" The honing question likely more unnecessary now than usual, as he could likely also follow a distinctive purr toward where she might be settled or working. "I've brought lunch."