The gesture is surprising, enough to knock Isabelle out of her element for a moment. To have someone, a practical stranger no less, take that level of concern about her wellbeing - that she'd offer her the first bite despite obviously being hungry herself? It was ... touching.

After the meal is finished, they settle into a rhythm. Isabelle signs, communicates and learns. And in this ebb and flow of information, it is very easy to lose track of time. After all, this, this gaining of knowledge about things that are different - [i]so[/i] different - to the day to day banality of business and family? This is something that genuinely interests her.

Indeed, researching and exploring an alien culture ranks about 7th on the list of things that can really grab her attention. Right ahead of a Good Warm Bath and about four places after Making Lists. It would be easy, so easy, to keep doing this all day. If only an attendant wasn't heading there presently to remind her of her duties.

[i]Duty.[/i] 

One of the words in the family credo, and burned so deeply into her bones that getting her to shirk it is not an easy order. An Isabelle who is willing to cast it aside entirely would represent one that has taken a true break from her lifetime of upbringing (not to mention a childhood of repetitive lessons on the topic, as well as an adolescence curtailed by strict routines and control). In short, it's unlikely to happen right now. Solarel may have put some cracks into the chains that bind her, but the only direction they are being pulled at present is tighter.

The least difficult way to get her to blow off her lessons is to give her a means to claim that this [i]is[/i] training time, just as important to her next match as reviewing the holovids. Maybe if Quar and her were to practice swordplay she could conceivably claim, with some righteousness, that this is practical and needed to her ongoing success.

Outside of that, it would take some significant coincidence to capture her attention sufficiently to distract her away from the call to train. On the grand list of things that Isabelle maintains in the back of her head (and excluding listmaking itself) - Quar would probably have to hit either #1 or #2 by pure chance - and either accidentally reveal a love of a specific genre of TC fantasy romance, or a love for writing fanfiction. But, really, what are the chances she reads stories about space wizards exploring new galaxies?

Finally, there is one last way that she could, at least temporarily, distract Isabelle from her training. You see, tucked tight in Isabelle's jacket pocket is Asil's projector, carried unplayed by her heart. Knock that out and reveal the message and - depending on the content - you might distract her enough to stay here for a short while. At least until she figures out what to do in response.