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In the beginning, Ignis was actually a little glad for the slower pace. Being in a car now felt quite a bit different than when he would drive around in the Regalia, and it was much more than just the lack of control that went along with not being behind the wheel, although that was most of it. He loved Liliana, with ever fiber of his being, each of those fibers practically vibrating with that devotion right now, but he did not know how good of a driver she actually was. After all, she'd had one frustrated lesson with Dean and the rest had been with Prompto, and, yes, yes, he became crucial to transporting goods and supplies between settlements back home, but he knew he was much better with motorcycles than cars, and, once upon a time, Ignis had been the one teaching Prompto to drive, and...well...

So he was, admittedly, a little nervous, and Liliana not immediately pressing the pedal to the metal helped him to relax and settle in and just enjoy it, and appreciate that his fears were so easily dismissed by the smooth ride, the feel of the car humming and vibrating below them, the thrum of the wheels over the road, the little bumps from the rough asphalt. The wind rushing by and threatening to drown out the music from the small box (which would eventually find its way to the sweeping overtures that filled their treks around Eos, collected in discs here and there from various roadside shops and gas stations, although one in particular seemed to drift up more often than many of the others), certainly threatening his hair, but he didn't seem to care much, leaning back and just breathing in that seaside air and even closing his eyes a little bit.

"Mmm?" His attention shifted, when Liliana's request came in, shifting and sitting up as he considered it. "Yes, of course."

His hand felt around for the cooler in question, and, opening it, reached in to find one of the beverages. "What did you bri--"

Once the can was in his hand, though, he stopped a moment. His thought about memories from earlier, about how they worked in such strange, imprecise ways, returned to his head once more. The weight of it. The way it fit as perfectly in his hand as one of his daggers. But...no, that was...it was just because he was in a car right now, one remarkably similar in a good deal of ways to the Regalia, and the lack of visual stimulus to go along with it was clearly altering his perception. It felt like Ebony because he would often enjoy one while driving, one of the missing pieces to the scenario that his memories were attempting to fill in.

"Let me just open it for you," he said, not enough to cover up his distracted moment, of course, but one to set him on track, and his fingers gripped the tab to pull it back.

And he was immediately greeted by that smell. A standard similar shape of a can in common was one thing, but that aroma...

"Darling," he was sitting straight up now;the swiftness of his heartbeat was alarming, "what is this?"