The alacrity and conviction with which that answer may have easily have actually earned Liliana several more other options, despite what Ignis had said. Granted, he had already been considering as much, but that level of certainty...

"Well, then," Ignis laughed, lightly, "your wish is my command, darling. I look forward to smoothing out all the ache and pain of all your hard work from your poor, sore muscles, and bringing you the most delect--"

He stopped, head tilting, as if a thought had just struck him.

"Oh, well, can we really call it breakfast if it's practically being served at dinnertime, though?"