[ Originally Ignis wasn't even going to attend the event, opting to stay behind at the restaurant and get some extra prep time in. It's halfway through a second batch of onions that he realizes that everyone will be at said fair and more than likely not coming in for food and so he soon finds himself the owner of a stall offering to teach others how to cook. There's only a limited amount of space and utensils available (not to mention a small camping style stove with two burners), so the recipe selection itself is dialed back to basics. There are no super five star dishes here, more like omelettes, pancakes and other basics that always seem to stick to the bottom of someone else's pans. He's more than fine with upping the ante should someone ask how specific things are made, though.]

[ At some point Ignis has moved away from his own stall in favour of getting a bite to eat, or so he tells himself. Really he's just checking out what's on offer and soon enough he's sitting at one of the tables, pushing some spaghetti around his plate with a fork. Apparently the signage had said bolognese, but the mess that had been put before him is dubious on that claim to say the least and Ignis can't help the reluctant expression on his face. It would be rude not to eat it, he just doesn't know if anyone will survive doing just that and he's so distracted by it all that he won't even notice if anyone sits opposite him or comes over to say hello to begin with.]