Ignis' continued commitment to Plan A was admirable, it really was, especially considering the enticement that was Liliana and Plan B. And likely why there was no camp blanket as well. All wouldn't be lost the minute she managed to tug him down onto a blanket with her, but it would certainly be fighting a rearguard action.

That kiss also prevented her from waging war against his stubbornness and plans with mere words, a veritable feast of them, as evocative as the ones she'd used to answer his original question about foods gracing tongues - but turned to describe something very different, if equally concerned with pleasure.

Clever Ignis. Though that just meant she'd had to save them for while he was cooking instead.

"Unfair," she murmured against his mouth, as the second kiss moved into the inevitable third. "That you would offer me so many things to savor and yet I only have one mouth to do it with."

Like the rapidly disappearing selection of fruit that had not made it into their dessert.