Ignis let the broom go without a fuss - eyes did make sweeping-up easier, and clearly helping out in some way would soothe him. The counter likely needed a more thorough wiping-down than could be done easily while talking, so he set down those supplies and moved to a different, nearby counter to start thinly slicing cucumber. "I have access to a sort of extradimensional space called an armory." One of many instances of borrowing Noctis's magic, he'd always thought, but even if that had been true originally, the armory continued to work and exist even when Noct... didn't. "Weapons specifically bonded to me rest there, for me to access readily at need. As I am unable to store anything else within, it's less useful than you might think. Beyond, of course, never being unarmed."