[ When he motions to the stovetop, her eyes follow-- ah, right. Noctis did mention before he is quite the chef, and for their few months living together, he's been cooking and baking nothing but delectable dishes.

She's an avid cook as well, but unlike him, the way she acquired her skills feels largely like... cheating. At times, she doesn't believe she has quite that human touch as he does, with how he must have learned through experience. Before she's lost in these thoughts, however, he says that.

Family.

Her hand slides to his, squeezing them. ] Family. [ She repeats, quietly, and nods. Time to get to cooking. ]

You know. Prompto told me this once, of what a family is. Trusting them. Loving them. Knowing that they'll be accepting, no matter what. And... that one would do anything for them.

[ If that's what's required for a family, she's been largely missing out on the "accepting" part, because she herself never thought she would be accepted. But now Noctis has accepted her, and so has Ignis. ]

I'm-- glad. To be accepted as family. And I'll do anything for all of you. [ A bit lighter, if only to help transition the mood: ] Including making as many cakes and cookies as needed.