"Oh, I've just been looking to the audience now and then. I was simply a touch lucky, I suppose." This is a lie, luck has nothing to do with it. At the same time, Vash is a bit more subtle than he might think. Ignis Scientia is just a freak with sharp eyes. "And I've gotten to know the regulars about town fairly well."

Just normal hyper vigilant retainer things, especially after he's come back from towns turned into active war or occupied zones. It's fine.

Shifting into a relaxed stance with his arms crossed and hip cocked, Ignis idly raises a hand to wave through the air. "You won't be a bother at all, really. Truthfully, I think we could use a helping hand. One of ours keeps slipping away, you see." That would be because Noctis seems to have opted for napping to the side rather than running around in the dirt... or that is the likely excuse, and then him and Prompto get handsy behind a tree. Ignis is now fully aware that he has so many experiences of them doing this while they were on the road.

"Although I'm afraid that since we're on the outfield this time, we may have a bit of waiting period depending on how well anyone else can hit."

And not everyone is as needlessly acrobatic as Ignis when it comes to this. Or they try to headbutt the ball. It's up in the air.