Office Hours: Office #27; Thursday [01/13].

[chef_chocobro]

Well. There certainly was at least one interesting change that was going about on the island, and Ignis had to admit to having a little bit of curiosity over how this whole moving thing was going to work out for Prompto. But they were all in agreement that as long as he didn't let it interfere with his work (which also meant still being up and ready for their constantly handwaved morning training sessions), then there really shouldn't be much of an issue with it, and, honestly, Ignis was rather looking forward to having at least one less person around to spoil that cat of Seivarden's.

He might actually start making some progress with Issa now.

...for someone who held his own intelligence in such high regard, Ignis, apparently, could still manage to be an utter fool on some things.

But, as it were, he was in his office again this week, fine tuning some of his lesson plans and wondering if it would be too thematic to focus on things like settling into a new household tomorrow.

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[notagoose]

Goose had somewhat remembered that he had an office and that he should probably utilise it and while he was there he decided to see if there was a certain someone who was in that he knew who would be able with his dilemma.

He had been considering that if he was going to actually be using his kitchen he should figure out the whole grocery shopping thing and normally he’d ask Doc but he and Niko were away on a mission so he couldn’t ask.

“Hey Ignis,” he said as he knocked, feeling rather awkward as he stood in the doorway, “are you busy?”

[chef_chocobro]

"Always," Ignis answered, with the put-upon sigh of a man who had been on the job since he was six years old, but he looked over at Goose with a faint smile that suggested he was mostly joking.

Mostly.

"But nothing so urgent that I can't spare a few moments for a friend and colleague," he added, gesturing toward one of the chairs in front of his desk. "Please, come in. Have a seat."

[notagoose]

Goose hadn’t been to sure at first but then he had noticed Ignis’ faint smile and offer to take a seat.

“Thank you,” Goose did eventually take the offered seat, “I - er …I’m sorry to bother you and I would normally ask Doc but he’s on a mission right now and…” Goose was still not used to actually asking people for help so his voice trailed off uncertainly.

[chef_chocobro]

"It's no bother at all," Ignis assured him, considering, for a moment, of offering Goose one of his Ebonys, but then thought better of it. Not because he was feeling particularly protective over the stock he kept in his office, but rather it generally seemed advisable to not expose Goose to caffeine if it could be avoided.

His attention went entirely to Goose, hands folding before him on the desk.

"What's on your mind?"

[notagoose]

Keeping Goose away from caffeine was a good thing in general.

“Um…I thought it would probably be a good idea to keep my fridge stocked if I was to use it more only um …I don’t know how to …uh …what’s needed for …er grocery shopping,” he admitted.

If anyone needed a Home ec class it was Goose.

[chef_chocobro]

"Well, there's money," Ignis noted, with a faint grin, "for one thing..."

And then he considered what he'd been working on and considered that he still hadn't quite finalized exactly where to take the class next, and, well, he always was rather fond of efficiency...

"You know, Goose," he mused, tilting his head thoughtfully as he leaned back in his chair and considered the other man, "this is actually a topic that could be quite useful to my class this semester. It might be a bit...unconventional, but how would you feel about auditing it tomorrow? Swing by and sit in as I go over that very topic with my students?"

[notagoose]

It was actually a good thing Ignis had mentioned money because that detail had in fact slipped his mind, he blinked and then processed Ignis’ offer, “oh, I could go that if it wouldn’t be any trouble,” and no one was going to be too weirded out by a former graduate sitting in a class. “I don’t have anything on tomorrow,” he added.

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis considered it less like a former graduate sitting in on a class and more like....a fellow teacher picking up on some tips. And also a way to not have to teach the same lesson to two different parties, really.

But a brow did arch coolly over the fact that what was meant for a quip was a genuine concern.

(It would be a problem that Goose, apparently, shared with the King of Lucis, but he wouldn't discover that particular oversight for a few more months still).

Then Ignis gave a soft, thoughtful hum as he remembered more about Goose's past and leaned forward again, fingers now steepled in front of him.

"I assume," he ventured, "it's never something you had to necessarily worry about, before."

[notagoose]

“Well no not really,” Goose admitted, “I live on base back home so most of my expenses are covered and I eat in the Mess Hall,” he explained, “my CO covers my expenses here, so it’s never really it’s …er, no one really taught us any life skills beyond being a soldier at Wolf Den …that was all we were ever expected to be ..,what I’m expected to be … and …” his voice trailed off, “well, no one still really knows what to do with me, I guess …they didn’t really see much value in teaching me something that wasn’t going to benefit them,”