Did he really pull that out from between - oh, nevermind. He might as well.
"You say that now." Higher Education squinted at the squashed-looking package for a few seconds, then carefully extracted a piece. He twirled it in his fingers briefly, mouth quirked. "But it'll catch up with you sooner or later; I didn't always wear glasses, you know. Studying by dim lighting caused so much eye strain that I'm functionally nearsighted now."
He bit into the pocky stick, pausing a bit to contemplate the flavor and texture, as well as wonder if preservatives varied by region of the world, and if not that, then by company. Regulation aside, there had to be some kind of cost-effective algorithm that dictated what chemicals would be used in which products to maintain a lower price. Ah, the free market.
To be honest, it was also a good flavor, but that wasn't the point.
"It's a pity that you don't play Portal often, though." Higher Education ate the rest of the stick, then looked around, flicking his fingers a little to dislodge any crumbs. "As well as the fact that you apparently spend a lot of time 'physically by [your]self'. If what people say can be taken as truth, it's bad for the psyche. Research does point to a link between sociability and productivity, anyway."