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]

Had Liliana ever given the idea that she enjoyed winter? A heatwave sounded lovely.

And here, she'd used 'looking' quite deliberately, assuming he'd call her out on it--she'd had a follow up prepared about her providing descriptions while watching his hands work over each option.

She did so adore watching him use his hands.

But that was good data, too. What kinds of language could get him to ignore others.

"But," she said, and how that growl had her already shifting with anticipation of her own, "if we decided we wished to go, you could come meet me at the store and we could head over together..."

You know. Assuming she didn't just drag him in here first for a brief ("brief") interlude.

"We can decide on the way whether we want our shopping jaunt to be, hmm, a quick in-and-out, too impatient to wait long...Or if we'd rather linger over the experience. Slow. Thorough. Exploratory."

[chef_chocobro]

And so it would seem, for his own sake, skipping the pedantry for once did have its benefits after all, as unfortunate as it was for those details to not have had their chance to grace the world.

It was a bit funny, as well, that Ignis' mind seemed to also have leaped immediately to thoughts of interlude and perhaps back rooms or storage closets and with all that inventory she'd been doing, surely there had to be something that could be utilized to a....creative effect, if not quite for their exact current intentions.

"Well, then," he said, already moving from his chair, coffee...well, not forgotten, he wasn't going to let excellent coffee go to waste, but he had quickly chugged down the last of on his way out of his chair to go fetch his coat, "I believe I shall be on my way. Unless, of course, you still have more work at hand?"

[deathsmajesty]

"Oh, I do believe I've got the most pressing needs well in hand, indeed," Liliana replied, and he could certainly hear her diligently moving things around.

Finishing up the last of the inventory, no doubt.

"Just come right in when you arrive, you can help me finish."

Still absolutely talking about inventory, yup.

"Oh and, 'Nys, darling?" She smiled, slow and curling. "Do hurry."