There were reasons Ignis' menu definitely tended to lean more toward things that did well at room temperature for a considerable amount of time on Thursdays, yes.

"Mmm," and there was something in that hum that seemed to suggest that there was a temptation to lean into that brattiness (and there would certainly be comments made in class later that would make him wish he had), but he had spent the morning not only with cooking and coffee, but an awful lot of thoughts that left him swaying in a far more sincere direction, especially when that sincerity did offer much more preferable scenarios than brattiness ever could.

"You'll join me, then?" he asked, the hand that was high on her back between her shoulderblades lifting to fiddle with the length of her hair. "Downstairs, while I make breakfast?"

His smile was then soft and subtle, and so was the kiss her gave her.

"It can be a late breakfast."

They could hash out the details of what, exactly, would constitute as 'late' later.