[Ignis finishes up the rest of the food and covers it so it stays relatively fresh when the others come to eat. He picks up his own plate and takes a seat across of Noctis, the mug with coffee in hand.]

I do. But they also prepare food when I don't cook and share with us.

[Carefully eyeing him over the rim of the mug, Ignis quirks an eyebrow-]

You didn't have a problem with me cooking for the four of us on the road. Why is it a problem now?