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]

"We do not, sir."

And, if Ignis were to ask why, he'd likely be unsurprised to hear the answer, "I'm certain I couldn't say, sir."

[chef_chocobro]

"No," Ignis agreed, while having a terrible time trying to keep the smirk out of it, "and you certainly needn't say anything more, unless there's anything else that might be needed while I'm there?"

Such as....oh, more cleaning supplies, perhaps?

"And thank you. I'll ensure that those items are, indeed,taken care of and accounted for."

[deathsmajesty]

Hey, the Mistress had only told him to ensure the missing ingredients were replaced. Which he just had. Obedience was paramount, after all.

Though he did not seem to be around when Ignis returned home with the groceries. Very curious! Perhaps this was why he requested Ignis pick them up? Either way, he wasn't available to take the groceries from Ignis and put them away.

His keen senses would make note of a note of fresh air, like a door or several windows were open deeper in the house, and the kind of silence that suggested Liliana was either out, sleeping upstairs, or in her basement workroom.

And just the faintest trace of something acrid in the air.