Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

"With fresh seafood and local ingredients, no doubt," Ignis murmured, forehead tilted to rest against hers, "and I'll likely want to sample at least half the menu..."

Then, he needed to take just a moment, to let this all settle in and fall into place, to just hold her and be with her and figure out how to contain this warm tangle of emotions in his chest. Thinking back on that discussion that had lead to this, and how she'd wanted to give him that perfect day (and, he realized now, had either deftly avoided revealing her own or had simply not heard him, but he felt he knew now which it was; sometimes her attention to detail was fleeting, but as was clearly on display around him right now, it never was when it mattered) and how he'd brushed it off and dismissed it as nigh impossible. And this wasn't quite the same; it probably never could be exactly perfect, but, as he'd told her before, that perception of perfection had been flawed from its conception, because there had been so many things he couldn't even have conceived of back then that she'd opened his metaphorical eyes to.

Perfect was not permanent. Perfect had evolved.

"But no," he said, coming out of his moment to answer her question, "not yet."

Because he absolutely had to kiss her now, and if Liliana was hoping for a timely departure, well...Ignis did not at all regret to inform her of some unfortunate news in that regard.