[ Yeah. It's way more annoying, which is why he ignores it, chair scraping unharmoniously on the ground as he pushes it back to stand. And pretends he didn't just feel like folding his arms again, by busying himself with searching for coins through his pockets instead. Not with any semblance of order, one might add. ]

I wasn't doing things that endanger me. I was messing with you, there's a difference.

[ He dips a little towards Ignis as he says that, in something like the faintest mock-bow of "you're welcome", but there's a tug at the corners of his lips and a second later the very first huff of a chuckle, which kind of ruins it. To his credit, he does find a bit of change however, which he drops on the tabletop without ceremony. A couple of coins roll off under the edge of the plate, but they stay mostly together. Can be a tip for the staff, for accommodating Ignis's weird ice request, or for the noise, or whatever.

Noctis grabs one more roll from the plate as well, then turns. He doesn't know why; the ones over here don't look anything like them, and he hasn't thought of the Crown City in a while, avoiding the topic in his mind for reasons that feel still all too fresh to them all, but the streets of Insomnia come to mind. Right now, there's a pang in his chest and it feels like they're back for a second, having never left.

He's with Ignis. No, Ignis is with him, like always. That sets him at ease. ]

C'mon. I think the ticket point is this way, like... past the power plant and to the left? Y'know, high ground.