With the scales over muscles, smacking Gladio's chest is hitting a target with even less give than usual. Gladio doesn't even so much as grunt, grinning as he rises to his feet and follows his boyfriend. "Giving you the kitchen, huh? This must be a hell of a scheme you've cooked up, whatever it is. Or is it one you're going to cook up?"

After all, if Noct's arranged to borrow Iggy's kitchen, then it's hardly a stretch to assume food is involved in some way. But Gladio's definitely curious what could make Noct bargain the kitchen away from Iggy to begin with. Noct's not that big on cooking - and not much good at it, either, if some of the stories Gladio recalls Iggy telling from his apartment days were even half right. So what's he up to? Definitely curious.