[ That x-ray stare and disappointed sigh... They're the worst. Nobody knows him like Ignis does, so when he gets looked over like that, he feels like he's being looked right through. Noct drops his head to hide his eyes under his bangs, and grabs another packet from the cooler just for the distraction of it, flipping the package over in his hands (it says "Edible" and nothing else, looks exactly the same as the one Ignis's got), forgetting about the ring he's wearing and the weight of responsibility he's taken with it, feeling instead like a little kid who skipped his studies again. ]

Tests are something you stand a chance at beating. Unless you're hiding steaks in your pockets to rub this stuff on, I'd call it a curse instead.

[ That's how it feels, anyway. Tired, starving, and all this place has is pop music and cold dust. ...Although, Ignis saying it like that has Noct looking up, because there's something he hadn't even thought about. ]

You think it's poisoned?

[ Noct had just assumed it was edible because, you know, it says it right there on the thing. That's pretty messed up if it's not. ]