4chan made a noise akin to a giggle, and watched him slosh the tea onto the table. "Poor you." he purred, with a pretend sort of affection, as he sat up, and reached across the table, cellphone in one hand, napkin in the other. He smiled, gently as he dabbed up the little spill, and supplemented Higher Education with his cellphone- sliding it in front of him.
Displayed on the screen was none other than /b/, a torrent of pictures and words and jokes. "Do something mind-numbing for a little bit. I'll order for us. Mmkay?"