As if already a reflection on the fact that they were all teaching their own separate specialties this semester, Ignis couldn't help noticing that he and his fellow so-called 'chocobros' (a term that had weaseled its way into his lexicon despite his best efforts to avoid it!) seemed to keep their separate posts at the picnic as well. Though he supposed that wasn't too terribly surprising; they spent arguably far too much time together already these days as it was.

So he enjoyed being slightly more of an individual during this picnic, off to the side a little and mildly observing the goings-on while sipping from a can of Ebony to prepare him for venturing over to the food to see what might be on offer.