[Ignis was always grateful that the kitchen staff never seemed to mind his making use of their space-- in fact, many of them welcomed it, often eager for an opportunity to taste test whatever it was he managed to pull together. There was nothing experimental about his endeavors today; rather, he was enjoying the rare opportunity of having a free afternoon at the palace, hours ahead of him without strategy meetings or political briefings. Given the active nature of his royal charge, his hours outside of meetings and were often filled with little room for error, but Noct had decided to take the afternoon to himself to fish, which left Ignis with time for himself.
For years, now, most of his baking exploits had to do with the recreation of a particular mystery dessert, but with time on his side today, he's opted to be a bit more ambitious-- an opportunity to make sure he still has the knack for other pastries, having failed to achieve absolute success with what had become his pet project. Several finished works have already been laid out, tarts and macaroons and eclairs, and while some of them would be going home with him to share with Noctis when he popped in to ensure he ate a proper dinner, the rest would likely be left for the kitchen staff.
He's narrowly focused, as he often is while working in any kitchen-- so absorbed in his efforts that he's unlikely to notice, immediately, if someone were to walk in.]
[Several of the Glaives had been called back to the palace to beef up security -- why, they hadn't said, but it's not like Nyx is opposed to the reassignment. Whatever it means can't be anything good, but so far things have been peaceful and that's all he can really ask. Another shift comes to a close, and Nyx swings by the kitchen with the intention of convincing the staff to feed him.]
--Oh. [He hadn't realised someone other than the actual kitchen staff might be in here. The scent of baked goods drifting into the hall should've tipped him off, but all it served to do was speed his feet up. He drags his eyes away from the selection of treats and lands on Ignis.] Sorry, I'll stay out of your way.
[He doesn't startle, but does look momentarily perplexed as he looks up for the source of the voice-- for the half second it takes for him to register that he's no longer alone.]
It's no trouble.
[He shakes his head before bending just enough to take a look at what he has in the oven-- it needs at least a few more minutes.]
I'll be done here shortly. Besides, the kitchen is hardly private.
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For years, now, most of his baking exploits had to do with the recreation of a particular mystery dessert, but with time on his side today, he's opted to be a bit more ambitious-- an opportunity to make sure he still has the knack for other pastries, having failed to achieve absolute success with what had become his pet project. Several finished works have already been laid out, tarts and macaroons and eclairs, and while some of them would be going home with him to share with Noctis when he popped in to ensure he ate a proper dinner, the rest would likely be left for the kitchen staff.
He's narrowly focused, as he often is while working in any kitchen-- so absorbed in his efforts that he's unlikely to notice, immediately, if someone were to walk in.]
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--Oh. [He hadn't realised someone other than the actual kitchen staff might be in here. The scent of baked goods drifting into the hall should've tipped him off, but all it served to do was speed his feet up. He drags his eyes away from the selection of treats and lands on Ignis.] Sorry, I'll stay out of your way.
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It's no trouble.
[He shakes his head before bending just enough to take a look at what he has in the oven-- it needs at least a few more minutes.]
I'll be done here shortly. Besides, the kitchen is hardly private.