[Who would've guessed that his budding interest in Galahdian culture would warrant such a culinary excursion from one of his loyal Glaives? Regis couldn't help but chuckle as Nyx flippantly defames his world-renowned chef. He's quite thankful that he's not here to listen to Nyx rant about the lack of suitable ingredients. Regis doesn't doubt that his personal chef would have many things to say about this mouthy Glaive but that's a thought for another time.
Instead, Regis merely laughs as he assists Nyx in his search for spices. It's been a while since Regis had the luxury of foraging about in this massive kitchen. The last time being when he dared to make Altissian Onion Soup for his dear son. Truth be told, Regis isn't a good chef but the way Noctis ate that soup made him wonder if hunger is the best spice.]
Come now, Master Ramsey does his best.
[He says lightly in the man's defense as he searches within the towering cupboards for anything useful.]
It's not as if I ever expressed such an interest in Galadhian cuisine before.
[The king is quite a sight without his typical raiments. That stylish pinstriped suit and indigo tunic are replaced by his silk black robe with silver damask cuffs along with a pair of black slacks suitable for bed. As for a shirt, the king isn't known to sleep with one but no one can tell with his robe closed. His neatly combed silver locks are slightly ruffled. While he's clearly fatigued thanks to the hour, the King seems more than enthused at the possibility of an authentic Galadhian meal.
That's why he's smiling as he searches the cupboards.]
Ah, I think I found something.
[Regis announces once he finds a jar of spices and sauce towards the back. He presents his findings to Nyx with a hopeful gleam within his pale green gaze.]
no subject
Instead, Regis merely laughs as he assists Nyx in his search for spices. It's been a while since Regis had the luxury of foraging about in this massive kitchen. The last time being when he dared to make Altissian Onion Soup for his dear son. Truth be told, Regis isn't a good chef but the way Noctis ate that soup made him wonder if hunger is the best spice.]
Come now, Master Ramsey does his best.
[He says lightly in the man's defense as he searches within the towering cupboards for anything useful.]
It's not as if I ever expressed such an interest in Galadhian cuisine before.
[The king is quite a sight without his typical raiments. That stylish pinstriped suit and indigo tunic are replaced by his silk black robe with silver damask cuffs along with a pair of black slacks suitable for bed. As for a shirt, the king isn't known to sleep with one but no one can tell with his robe closed. His neatly combed silver locks are slightly ruffled. While he's clearly fatigued thanks to the hour, the King seems more than enthused at the possibility of an authentic Galadhian meal.
That's why he's smiling as he searches the cupboards.]
Ah, I think I found something.
[Regis announces once he finds a jar of spices and sauce towards the back. He presents his findings to Nyx with a hopeful gleam within his pale green gaze.]
Shall this do?