My attempt of a calm approach thwarted by you unleashing hell on something in the distance? It is vaguely familiar.

[Try as he may, Ignis still smiles even as he sighs. He can't truly complain, it's a miracle they have time to enjoy themselves again. Instead he'll take the time to remove his spectacles, crouching at the water to cup his hands and wash his face.

Just go ahead and take care of the next lizard making its attempt at ambush behind his back, Gladio. He trusts you enough with this.] It hasn't been long enough to call it old times, Gladio. Or have you forgotten my scoldings so easily?