[Ignis doesn't waste time. He's already pushing his sleeves up on his way to the sink - a man of obvious refinement who is clearly equally used to hard work - and checking under it for something to clean it with. A soft 'hm' follows the commencement of this investigation, and a moment later he sets a few metal-wire scourers on the counter top.]
These should do nicely, though my hands won't thank me.
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These should do nicely, though my hands won't thank me.
[He shoots her a quick smile.]
Do you intend to cook here, as well as teach?