Ignis' protests, for what they were, were light and mostly performative; Liliana had rather shown her hand, this season, with regards for her generosity when it came to gifts, so who was he to margue? Except only just enough to not give up the game quite so soon.

And though his hand was loathe to do anything but return to her upon her return back into his arms again, his curiosity easily got the better of him. Rubbing his thumb over the ridge of the small sliver of metal, he then rolled it over in his hand a little, the gloves making it slightly more difficult for him to figure it pit, but it was very clear, when he did, by the smile that surfaced on his face.

"Ah," he said, "a gift, is it?" Tucking it against his palm, he extended a finger to lightly brush against her hair. "Or just a promise of more to come?"

Had that been his first time, cooking in her kitchen? Hard to believe there'd been so many more meals crafted there since that moment, and he could still hear that gentle,steady clinking, still recall the almost maddening curiosity to figure out what it had been and to what purpose, and not being in the slightest bit disappointed in the answer...