When Ignis found all that ready-to-harvest wood with Mira, it hadn't been something he really focused on too much. Not when they also found the mystery vines that may or may not have been attached to some kind of Malboro in the area too. Now, he can't help but be fascinated at how quickly Gladio has taken the raw materials and turned them into something useful. It's just a shame he can't do more than provide food for Gladio and Prompto as they work. His garden might be something he can figure out with trial and error, but building proper structures? Well, his and Prompto's poor attempts at a corral for the birds show just how badly that went.

The sound of falling water slows Ignis' steps for a few moments, before he harshly reminds himself that it isn't rain and this isn't Altissia. On his shoulder, Rory coos softly--something meant to soothe him--and he reaches out to run his fingers gently over the firebird's feathers, before continuing along to where Gladio is happily enjoying the test run of his shower.

"From the sound of it, I'm missing quite the show. How unfortunate."