"I agree," Ignis called back up, almost as if a small, undeniable part of his usual self just had to step in for a moment of ireffutably commentary, "that sounds like something that would be quite unsuitable for nearly anyone to consume! But I am afraid I have none of those things, not really. What I have is this shoe," he held up the shoe on the pillow in case she hadn't noticed it, as if it might be something quite commonplace for anyone to be bringing around, "and I am looking for the fair maiden whose foot might fit in, on behalf of His Royal Highness, Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum, of the Kingdom of Lucis, who is seeking for its own in hopes to make her his bride."