[ Ignis had nearly experienced something of that sort, nearly left behind for becoming a liability, a burden. A blind man is not the sort of person you bring into harrowing danger, to fight against daemons and monsters and run through a world that's falling into darkness. He should have been abandoned, but he wasn't, and he'll always be grateful yet guilty for his weakness.

Once he takes the plate, Ignis sets it down, fingers moving over the clear plastic wrap on top. There's a slight warmth underneath, a bumpy texture in odd shapes. ]

Yes, this is the one.

[ He peels back the wrapping but doesn't take it completely off, just enough to expose some of the items on the plate. ]

I'm afraid I've not yet adjusted to cooking as I used to, so I wish I could share with you something more... substantial. However my roommates have made me quite enjoy these. Please have some.

[ What's on the plate? Dinosaur nuggets. ]

I believe this is something one would refer to as a guilty pleasure.