"Almost entirely." Ignis spared a quick smile in the general direction of where Vax's movement had stilled; he hadn't missed the sweeping-up sounds, the trash being disposed of, or - wonder of wonders - the broom being put away again. He wouldn't have to clean up after his help cleaning up.

Focusing on cooking was perhaps not as easy as usual, but Ignis chalked that up to having an audience when he was no longer used to one. Nevertheless, it was probably a good thing that what he was doing was simple assembly. Some pork belly from the pot, steam-bun-like bread from the oven dish, cucumber slices, lettuce.... "They used to come out at night, and were destroyed by sunlight. Once the sun stopped rising, nothing much stopped them. Fortunately, there are a few areas with sunlamps and such, so some civilization still exists."