There was a soft, faint smile there, as Ignis listened, recalling how when they discussed the possibility of such an event in her hands, there had been a reluctance there that seemed to have all but dissipated entirely. There was a droll joke in there, somewhere, about looking forward to seeing it, but he didn't ache pine over delay this phone call just to spend it reaching for low hanging fruit.

Instead, he gave a somewhat dramatized sigh. "Rather dull, I'm afraid," he admitted. "You see, with visitors from home being quite the impossibility at the moment and no ballroom of my own to tend to redecorating and preparing for grand festivities, my time has been spent with little more than the usual rote occurrences: a bit of training, a bit of cooking, and a lot of...thinking. Pondering. Contemplation, if you will..."