If what you wish to give me is a hard time, I'm afraid my last available moment for the next few weeks just got snatched up. Teaching mobile vegetables to stalk one's prince is quite time consuming, you understand.

[How Ignis manages to say that with such a straight face is a mystery for the ages, but he doesn't pull away from the touch on his arm.]

To what do I owe this kindness? My birthday isn't for a couple of months.