“Talking, yes …” Goose let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, “talking wound be nice,”

He paused, hesitating slightly, “well I haven’t set anything on fire and there’s no new stains in the ceiling …” his voice trailed off awkwardly when he realised that Ignis wouldn’t be able to see that stain, “and Summer was very specific on not making maggot cheese, so I won’t make that,” he assured Ignis, in case Ignis was worried that he’d try and make the dish.