"Rather a complicated cosmological tangle. Suffice to say that several gods died as well as the people keeping the whole demon scourge at bay." It was a vast, gross oversimplification that didn't even go into Noctis's role, but Ignis felt that, on the whole, he'd prefer to be much drunker before getting into all of that. Certainly for talking about Noctis.

Ignis finished putting two buns together, folded them over, put them on a plate, and set them in front of where he assumed his companion was sitting. "There, try those."