[Wait wait wait. He's trying to pass off his unwanted vegetables to her? Crowe can't quite help the smile, though it sticks to half of her face, and...and what the hell? She spears the tomato slices from his plate and adds them to her sandwich. Pretty sure dogs shouldn't have vegetables either.]

We get a lot of rumors about what you're like, you know. [She pokes the top of the bread back into place and keeps her gaze lowered.] None of them quite match...uh, this.

[This is different to what she expected, having never had the privilege of driving Noctis around the city as an escort or anything, but not worse, at least. He's sort of comfortable to sit with.]

Ignis? [With the sound of familiarity, and she manages not to say "your servant?" because she is unrestrained but not stupid.] He works in a restaurant?

[Yes, good job Crowe, repeat exactly what he said to you, only with more skepticism and less intelligence.]