Ignis thought about that for a bit, frowning as he traced it down its many branches of thought. It sounded nice and all, in theory. He had seen a lot while living on the streets, how normal families lived, how nice it seemed. He knew he had had that, once, an instinctive feeling in his gut telling him he had known that happiness. He just couldn't remember it. Couldn't remember more than his own name.
He sighed, reaching to grab Luna's hand when she wiggled her fingers at him yet again. Offering her a small smile, he replied quietly, "I'll think about it." The answer was surprisingly mature, almost sounding tired. Not physical weariness, but a deep exhaustion that went beyond the body. In that moment, he looked years older than his age, a worldly weight settling over his eyes, before he blinked and it was gone.
He brightened after a few moments, casting his gaze up to meet Luna's own eyes, so similar to his own, and smiling in a more chipper way, "Can we go outside the city?"