Noctis: bring popcorn plz
Noctis: Bring popcorn, please.
Noctis: And other snacks for gaming/movie marathon.
Noctis: Or maybe those healthy snacks for Dad, like dried nuts and fruits.
Noctis: Wait, not 'or', I mean 'and'
Noctis: The healthy snacks will be for Dad and the oldies.
Noctis: The only vegetable I'll eat is fries.
Noctis: don't tell Clarus and Cor I called them oldies.

Rolling his eyes in the sanctuary of his kitchen, Ignis drifted from his phone as he wrapped the sandwiches. After confirming with Gladio of their mutual invitation to Noctis' and Prompto's weekly game nights, a deluge of texts steadily poured down his screen. The requests alternated between varied food and information. Upon putting the kernels in the pot to pop, Ignis reached for this phone.

Ignis: I will, if you eat some of the healthy snacks.

Noctis: …crap why did I call them oldies?!

Ignis can imagine Noctis' appearance of utter apathy as he texted, betrayed only by frantic fingers and the lack of reflection in his eyes.

Ignis: Regardless, I can provide popcorn. As well as the various other food you have been requesting for the past three minutes.

Noctis: yay

Ignis: From what I can surmise, you have invited King Regis and his retinue? Why?

Noctis: important to lucis. can't really explain so you have to come here.
Noctis: (Edited.) Yes. It's important to Lucis. I can't really explain so you have to see it for yourself.

A sharp knock on the door made Ignis look up. "Enter."

Opening the door, Gladiolus whistled as he surveyed the crowded kitchen island. "Iggy, are you feeding an army? Or is this about Noct's thing?"

"It is, indeed, about Noct's thing." Deciding to lecture Noct about his texting issues in person, Ignis placed down his phone and resumed packing the food. The popcorn started to pop. "Help would be greatly appreciated."

"Sure."

Two pairs of hands made the work quicker. After Ignis' call to the kitchens to request the healthy snacks, he and Gladio made their way to the elevators. Longing gazes of passing servants, Crownsguards, and Kingsglaives were left in their wake.

"Damn, smells good," a glaive nodded to them as he stepped out of the elevator.

Cordially, Ignis replied, "It's the butter."

Unencumbered by the hefty weight of his burden, Gladio fished the special key reserved for the royal retinue once the steel doors closed. One turn in the keyhole, and their elevator embarked on an uninterrupted journey. Gladio leaned on the adjacent wall. "So Noct's hosting this game night in the Citadel with our folks."

"He's been rather tightlipped," Ignis replied to the unspoken question. "Parsing his motives from his grammar and spelling proved to be inefficient."

"Gotta be a new thing if you can't predict him then," Gladio bluntly summarised. "He sounded really worried."

Displeased, Ignis nodded. While real life can't be accurately and precisely predicted, he prided himself on his acumen and ability to serve the Prince in various courses of action. How can he be an excellent chamberlain otherwise? "He was asking me to investigate some things. Have you ever heard of Final Fantasy XV or Square Enix?"

Gladio shook his head. "Sounds like a game."

"Indeed."

Hopefully, with the sizeable group in their game night, the mystery would be easily solved.

~ The unasked question is that why Noct would be doing this. He moved out of the Citadel and he never invited the oldies – er, folks – before for the game nights.
~ Also, gah, Ignis is too fancy on words. Used the legendary dinosaur for synonyms a lot.