So I was thinking.
You are out slaying enemies and you get your drops; zu tenders, behemoth sirloinsm griffon breast etc etc but let’s be honest, these perfect cuts of meat are not going to just fall off of enemies.
Cue, butcher Iggy.
The boys have slain their foe, they are catching their breathe, recuperating from the epic battle, congratulating each other when one of them just looks around and asks, ‘Hey, where’s Ignis?’ He isn’t partaking in the post battle celebrations. A step back towards the beasts corpses reveals Ignis, covered in blood, one dagger in hand, carving up the beast trying to avoid which bits have been absolutely ruined in the battle to get a salvageable meal for the four of them.
There are no words as he stands up, uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe off a blood splatter on his glasses and picks up four perfectly cut steaks as if nothing has happened. It is at that moment all three of them realise just how much they never want to actually piss their chef off as they watch in silent awe and fear as he starts to head back to the car for some clean clothes and seasoning..