"Nah, I think it's breakfast time," Simms said, patting Cecilia on her thigh before he left the room. He didn't have a full plan when he went downstairs, but parts of one were forming, and so he grabbed the tray of food that the conveyor belt had produced for Cecilia, threw everything off that, and started stacking whatever he thought would be fun to play with instead. There were more things that he would get around to later, upstairs, in that great closet of toys They gave him. This would be fun, too.
It was a few minutes before he returned, placing his tray on that desk outside the interrogation room so once he took the hood off of Cecilia's head, she wouldn't see what he had brought up. He grabbed a box of frosted mini wheats and a milk carton, then dragged the chair closer to Cecilia's head, and sat back down "I brought you some cereal," he announced, taking out a handful of the mini wheats and dropping them on her face. Then he took out the milk and poured it slowly over her covered face.