Gladio rumbles happily as Ignis scoots into his arms, one hand settling at his hip to gently massage at muscles which are surely sore. He doesn't mind at all teaching Ignis what he knows- Well, when he can recognize it himself.

"Whatever you want, you can have it." Gladio had packed enough food for the trip. But with their increased appetites they might want to hunt. They haven't been gone long enough for their cooler to get too warm, and he has some ice spells packed just in case. "I'll start the fire, do you wanna cook up the grub?"