At that point, of course, Ignis was very deep into his meal planning and prep, and while Liliana didn't have any sort of magical music box directing her dance around the shop, he certainly did to orchestrate his dance around the kitchen. And as much as the energetic, driving notes of the music, even in their smaller, tinnier form threw him into a certain intensity for his work, the sudden chimes of life leaping from his phone to announce an incoming voice text from Liliana immediately drew his attention out of it. And since his hands were quite in the middle of some very messy work, he was very glad for voice commands so that it could play.

Without even missing a beat, as soon as he did listen to the message, the tune on the music box changed, to something wholly predictable, and with a small intake of breath, Ignis was glad that he'd at least have the chance to pause his work, wash his hands, and turn the music box off before instructing the phone to call her back, on speaker, while he continued his work, but perhaps something a little less involved for the time being.