[For someone like Noct that hides his emotions so easily, Ignis can read him like an open book at the moment, and his brow furrows at the strange sort of strained tone settled about him. His expression, it's not casual aloofness, it's not like waking after another long day, their morning greetings, falling into the same routine. Something is off, something is different.

Something is wrong.

He watches him carefully before his gaze breaks to flicker to the item being offered to him.

He'll broach that topic later. With a deflated sigh he plucks the packet out of Noct's hand and turns it from one side to the other. No description, just the wording of "Edible". He scoffs under his breath.]

Such striking amounts of faith you have in me. Though I do have to say, this looks right suspicious. [He holds the packet under his nose, not too close but not too far, taking a sniff.

Nope, nothing.]

This feels like a test.