Blinking at the boy, September ponders replying with something that actually resembles a name but, being an Observer, he lacks the imagination to do so. Sad, really.

"I'm known as September." Hm. If Walter were there, he'd have probably come up with a name. Maybe September should find someone to think one up.

The request makes him headtilt. He had offered, so why was the boy asking like this? However, he vaguely remembers learning about social mores regarding requests and offers. "I do not see any reason not to record your stories," he answers mildly. "It will be educational for me." A beat. "I do not have anything else that I must do."