Seeing Prompto so eager over a bag of onions really is endearing. Although Ignis supposes it's not the bag that he's excited about, as he gives away in mentioning him upon his return. "Well, I will have to put it to good use then," he says, looking over the bag once Prompto is properly by his side. "Especially in order to make sure that you all do not tire of onions by the time winter is done."

Noct used to remove even the onions from his burgers, didn't he...? But he did eat onion rings. Ignis will have to try and use this sort of knowledge. Maybe he can just... not tell him they're onions.

That is a difficulty to ponder for the rest of the night. For now, Ignis gestures for Prompto to follow him along, over to a small little clearing set aside. Something nice, amidst flowers that seem to still be blooming despite how they are entering into the autumnal season. "You should dry your hair properly," he advises him mildly. "Although I suppose you could style it with the onion stew it's covered in now."