That relative silence was quite possibly the most tense Amaya had ever sat through, though she tried to focus on her own sandwich in the interrim and not start panicking every time Dwight opened his mouth, waiting for the moment that, instead of taking another bite, he decided to go and say stuff like thatnothing of the sort was palpable, and, feeling she didn't need to keep it around as a quick excuse to shove something in her mouth as an excuse to not say anything, she finished up her own sandwich with a similarly appreciative sigh, leaning back in her chair with a hand over her stomach.

"Was never really bothered much with cooking, myself," she said. "Been doing it since I was a girl, really." For reasons that would not and may hopefully never be mentioned, thank you very much! Don't even think about it! "But I keep it pretty simple, too, nothing fancy or anything like that."

She could only assume Ignis was only capable of strictly fancy foods.