"That is what I thought would be in the bag as well," Ignis admits with a small little smile. "However, someone else was experimenting at the party, and I saw them pull such out at one point. I suppose as long as it is called an onion in some capacity, it is as fair game as anything else."

With that said, he sets the bag down and out of the way so that he can focus on the interestingly defined onion set upon the table. "As for this, the most common way to incorporate them into a dish in my experience is chopping them neatly to be folded or sprinkled about. You can eat all of it, if you like, but using the green is what I tend to do for the dish I'm planning." While waiting for her, however, something occurs to him, and he shows his clawed hands.

"Ah, but still... Along with cleaning your claws ahead of time, you will want to see if you can keep them clipped short. It will make it easier in the kitchen." As in, curling his fingers enough in proper kitchen safety techniques.

With that said, he gets right into finely chopping up a part of the spring onion. For all that he's complained about them, it's obvious that Ignis has already made himself adapt to the claw problem, at least in the kitchen. Just don't ask how long he forced himself to practice. "So like that - as thick or thin as you like. Would you wish to try?"