Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

Ignis generally always just assumed Liliana was Up to Something; not only did it leave him prepared and ready for nearly anything, but he found that he was more often than not completely correct in that suspicion. But the rather productive morning had lured him into a false sense of (thoroughly satisfied) security, so the arrival of that basket in his hands and that brightness in her voice did, indeed, catch him off guard.

Luckily, his surprise managed to stick to just a lift of his brow. "Nearly eleven? 'Iana. Is there a schedule to the remainder of our lazing about?"

You know he'd be into it.