Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

Without even thinking much of it himself, or even really consciously perceiving it, Ignis' hand moved away from Liliana's. His lips parted, drawing in a breath to form words, to suggest that she simply help herself to her own, but then that suggestion, the one that made him stiffen oh-so-lightly when it left her mouth, that this might not be a regular occurrence, that rationing might be in order, had his hand (and the can) moving back toward Liliana.

He smiled, though it was small and stiff, and he disliked the fact that he wasn't sure if it was out of concern for this momentary, unintentional gaffe or just for the idea of sharing.

Though, in his defense, it had been so very long...

"And what is a perfect day," he said, "without a little splurging. Although, I suppose, until we know for certain whether or not it can make the regular rotation in Summer's orders, we best not splurge too much..."

While his mind was already blazing through equations, figuring that if there were x amount of cans in a typical case, and he had y amount per day....or should he ration per week?...then he would likely need z number of cases to last him until Month...