It had been the type of question, really, where Ignis suspected that how Liliana answered would tell him just as much, if not more, than what she answered, and he felt, with those long, careful pauses, that he was not too far off.

And he took his own moment, the kneading of the dough becoming more like shaping it, until he finally set it aside underneath a towel, to then wash his hands to move onto his next task.

"And how long was that," he asked, "before your explorations brought you to this particular little corner of it?"