Isabelle's talking with friends and stuff.
Villager walks in and the room goes quiet.
Then Villager grabs her by the wrist and angrily walks her into the cafeteria. It's mostly empty, with five or six Smashers that Isabelle didn't catch the name of, yet.
Villager pulls out a seat for Isabelle - Isabelle always loved how needlessly polite he was, even when he was angry - and marches over to the other side of the two-seater square table, plopping into the other cushioned seat.
"It's not fair!"
Isabelle, now in her seat, pauses. "Pardon, Mayor?"
Villager crosses his arms. "What do you have that I don't?"
"...I'm confused," Isabelle says as she scoots into the table.
"Of course. Nice guys finish last-"
"Explain, Mayor!"
"WHY do they like you more than they like me?"
Isabelle stares, taken aback. "I-I, it's not a contest, Mayor," she says with a nervous chuckle.
Villager starts pacing. "I know, I know. It's just... They never want to talk to me. NO one does!" He throws his arms into the air.
Isabelle takes notice of the turning heads in the room and makes an effort to quiet Villager down. "Um," she says calmly, "why would you think that?"
Villager puts up a finger and takes out a small phone. He types slowly with a single finger. The silence grows just long enough for Isabelle to grow bored and uncomfortable.
"Look!" Villager raises his phone. Isabelle squints from where she sits, despite her short distance away. The screen was blindingly bright.
As soon as she processes the image, Isabelle lets out the loudest, quirkiest laugh. It's the weirdest mixture of a snort, a howl, and a repeated hiccup. She used to try and hide the laugh, but ever since Villager - someone who took everything way to seriously - told her it made him want to laugh with her, her insecurity vanished.
The picture is an image of her own mayor, breaking down a door with an axe. The humor lies in his eager expression.
Isabelle sees Villager holding back a blushing smile. He always used to say that he smiled under pressure, no matter how he felt. Isabelle still teased him about it.
"Stop laughing!" Villager shouts. Heads turn, but Isabelle is too busy laughing to care.
"But it's so foolish!"
"Exactly!" Villager brings the phone up close to his face. The light of the screen turns his face a bright blue. "And demeaning, and not funny."
Isabelle fixes her skirt and forces two coughs. "Sorry, sorry, mayor. This is serious. Of course." Another snort escapes.
Villager glares, then sighs. "It's just... I'd be fine with it if people didn't take it so seriously."
"I doubt anyone would take that seriously, Mayor."
"Don't look at me like I'm stupid. You saw Peach and Mario and all of them out there. They're scared of me."