Ignis had no intention of suffering the consequences that might befall him for missing out on a Summer School Trip Room Party, so he would of course be there that evening, mildly judging her choices of wine, being mildly impressed with (most of) her jello recipehs, and dedicatedly ignoring the notion the the words 'poutine punchbowl' had ever been uttered by anyone ever.

Sans glasses, of course, still having, oh so inconveniently, not had the time to replace his broken ones. Which he may be starting to grow a touch more self-conscious about, but he told himself as long as he remembered to blink on occasion and keep a 'roaming gaze', everything should be fine and not too uncomfortable for everyone else.