The worst part is he's not joking; Ignis, his royal advisor, has trained court procedure into him since he was old enough to walk. But he still hates it, even if he can practice it with his eyes closed. Which is why he's relieved to not see a salad fork or a dessert fork in the vicinity.

"Oh, it matters how you're eating it too," Noctis complains. "But it's only something stuffy old people worry about, so maybe whomever is King or Queen here doesn't actually care," he continues, tone hopeful.

And, not wanting to continue boring his poor companion with talks of dinner forks, he looks down at their familiar.

"... I don't think I've seen a dog like that before."