Just doing my job (Cecil/Isabella)

"U-U-Uh, s-sure?" Cecil finds himself surprised and taken aback by the question. "I'm, uh, not sure how much of a general thing it is? I mean there's a lot of terrible school food out there, yeah, but I'm not sure I'm good indicator for average quality of home food either."

He pauses to think, and...shrugs. "Um...I'll be honest, I don't have any idea about anyone else to be able to say anything? Like...I don't obviously notice much people that these questions relate to? I'm sure they're about, but I don't really have an idea who they are to be able to remember how they were treated."

She chuckles slightly at his initial response. "I know, but I imagine most people think the same way about school food. Of course I won't necessarily use the quote, I'm just asking your permission in case I do." She explained, writing down a few small notes as she did.

The answers to the last two questions meanwhile, she couldn't say if she'd expected that, but it was nonetheless an understandable one. That's fine. These are things you won't necessarily pay attention to unless it's something you or someone you know well is directly affected by. The honesty is appreciated though." Isabella then went onto say, putting down a few more tally marks in her notebook, before clicking the pen again and closing the notebook.

"But thank you again, young man, I won't be taking up any more of your time, unless you've something you'd like to say." The blonde slipped her notebook and pen away, and instead pulled out a wallet, from which she produced a business card. On the card were her name, and her position of Reporter at SMILE, along with an email address and phone number. "I 'll leave you with this, in case you find the need to contact me regarding the survey, or otherwise." She resumed, before handing the card to the youth.

"Uh...right, right. I get it. No, it's fine, it's fine." He nods. "Yeah."

He shakes his head as Isabella gives her thanks. "No, it's...it's nothing. I mean - this wasn't anything special to do. Don't have questions either." It was almost physically painful how clunky that was to say for him, and he felt the distinct and intense urge to cringe. He takes the card and nods. "A-Anyway, uh...alright, then."

Isabella suppressed the urge to let her smile widen, the kid was actually kinda adorable in his awkwardness. But, her job for now was done. "Alright, have a nice day, then." Isabella said, before turning to walk away, moving to approach another student.

[Isabella EXIT]