Higher Education didn't even attempt to respond coherently to the pointing and communication, instead making a sound that hopefully sounded affirmative and focusing on drinking as much water as he could without making himself more nauseous than he already was. That meant about half a glass before the god set the drink down and focused blearily on the menu in front of him.
Sushi. Sashimi. Tempura. Those foods currently occupied a slot between 'unwanted' and 'solely needed,' which made absolutely no sense at all. Harvard found that he really didn't care all that much, though. Fried fish and shellfish were better for the body than straight alcohol, at least, and that was what mattered overall. Something like that, anyway.
Oh for Christsakes - 4chan was giving him a look. He was hardly one to be looking, even if he'd forgotten to iron his shirt before coming here. He hadn't actually rolled up the cuffs, either - Higher Education fiddled briefly with the ends of his sleeves, pronounced the resultant fold acceptable, and shrugged apropos of nothing.
"So." He coughed slightly, eyeing the water, then continued. "How have you been."