Voicemail.

[chef_chocobro]

"You have reached the voicemail of Ingis Scientia. I am unavailable to take your call at this moment, but if you would please leave a message, I will assuredly get back to you as soon as possible."

**BEEEEEEP**

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[deathsmajesty]

Liliana was already standing up. She rarely needed a reason to leave work and the...nameless something in his voice - an ache, perhaps, or a yearning - had her moving faster than normal.

"We may have to to argue how productive I intend to be when I get back," she says warmly, grabbing her mantle. "Because I intend to wrap around you and induce both of us into idleness."

[chef_chocobro]

Good.

"Good," said Ignis, though it was quite a bit of a different variation of the word than the one spoken in only his head. "Perhaps a good repartee and lively debate might be just the thing to sharpen your wits again and turn that productivity around. Though I have a feeling, much of the discourse may end up revolving around what may or may not be considered productive in the first place."

He himself was making quite the case to himself for the immense amount of benefit to be found in being wrapped around Liliana in kind just now.

[deathsmajesty]

"Or, rather than trying to waste my sharpened wits on this so-called productivity, we can break in the chessboard," Liliana said, locking the store behind her and towards the road that led to the house. "You did promise to teach me to play, after all."

She so clearly needed instruction, after all. "Surely that would be plenty of productivity for all of us."

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis was quite certain he had never felt so less inclined to play chess before in his life.

"Perhaps," he mused, as another thought started to filter in and, as Liliana was making her move from the store, Ignis gave a little gesture in the effort to summon the steward from...wherever he might have been at that moment, "we shall see how you feel when you arrive. It is..." He drifted into another room, and, yes, there was his distinct presence, and he gestured again, "...a rather complex game after all, and....just a moment, darling..."

He cut himself off to mute the call while delivering some very important, very specific instructions that best not be overheard, and then continued returned to the call.

"Sorry about that. As I was saying, it's a very complex game, many moving parts, and you're best to approach it when your mind has not been dulled by endless inventory. And I would certainly not want to deprive myself of going against you at your best, either."

[deathsmajesty]

"Oh?" Liliana asked, brow arching in intrigue. She wasn't entirely certain what he was building towards - she had her own ideas about what she'd enjoy, of course - but she was curious enough to see where he was going. "Well, you do make an excellent point on the incredible dullness of my day. I believe I shall be guided by you in this, my darling. Perhaps we'll come up with a suitable activity when I arrive." She paused. "So long as it can be done while being wrapped around you. I was quite serious about that."