Cecil greets her lackluster endorsement of curly fries with a moue of disappointment. Maybe not as on the emotional mend as he had hoped. Perhaps he should have sprung for milkshakes after all, but in the face of being told the grasshopper shake wasn't made with real grasshoppers, it hadn't felt worth it.

"Wellllll, you know." He isn't eager to answer her question, either. It's just kind of embarrassing? When you say something that's a little bit funny, but not funny enough to stand up to an explanation if someone doesn't get it the first time around. Awwwwkwaaaard. He's really having some trouble not being wrong-footed with this entity. "Angels. Not the best with individuality, right? Not that there's anything wrong with being called Erika. There were quite a few Erikas in my town." He feels fine saying that, even though the wards aren't finished. How quickly some habits fade.