Is it weird to think you adore someone mid-lecture on nutrition? Clearly Liliana had no such thoughts, but just asking for a friend, is it?

"But I don't have any such lunch," Liliana protested. "I just have cheesecake. One of them is peanut butter and I'm fairly certain someone told me peanut butter was healthy." It might have been Stark? And it had definitely been thoroughly detached from cheesecake. "And Oreo. Stark told me the filling was white, I protested that that was a color and not a flavor, and he insisted it was both and that I would have to try it to understand. He assures me I'll love them once I do."

Ignis was going to take his key back and she'd have only herself (and Stark) to blame.

"Oh, but my dance partner won't mind my sluggishness a whit," she added, like the following information was meant to help. "It's a haunted set of plate armor. I'm literally dancing with a set of armor that Gladio would sport were he the type to cover up, animated by a restless spirit of the dead."

There was a screeching noise from further away.

"Excuse me, a restless spirit of the protective dead." Beat. "Not one of my spirits, I should note. This one came with the armor."

Her spirits would never.