"We could always spare the karaoke machine..." Childermass says wistfully, if only if it meant never seeing it again. Sure, that's basically a distant memory at this point, but one can never be too careful. That said, Amethyst isn't wrong about it. The real question is does Ignatius even want anything? Besides his freedom? Besides his domain back?

He'll look back towards the High Fae, quirking an eyebrow quizzically.

"Is there anything we could get for you? Something to read? Something to drink?"

Or food or pants or... He's kind of doubtful Ignatius would want anything reasonable from them, but there's no harm in asking.