4chan gave him a look as he sat down, but refused to address the issue of him being late right away. After all, if he said something, it would imply that he cared, and 4chan had gotten into enough trouble with implications throughout his lifetime that he didn't feel like bothering with getting into more. Instead, he tossed the disheveled god across from him a menu, which had several different items listed- both in Japanese and English. Everything about their situation seemed so much more upscale than 4chan was even capable of being. But, there he was, upright, melon-green menu card in hand.
"Enjoying your break?" he betrayed his amusement with a bit of a smirk, and waved down a waiter before Harvard could even begin to answer him properly. Once he'd managed to get someone over to the table he smiled, broadly. The waiter was a man he knew rather well- and started to converse with him in Japanese, gesturing every so often to Higher Education and laughing a bit, intermittently. Once matters were settled, and the server was gone, 4chan beamed at Harvard, and resumed his composure with the menu.
"I just got us some tea." he said, though- really, what had been said in the conversation seemed much more complicated than a simple request for tea. "It'll make you feel better."