Oh, the sight of a disheveled Higher Education made 4chan's heart flutter. He folded his hands together, watching every movement the other god made with a careful, but appreciative gaze- trying too hard not to leer at him from across the table. Of course, mootles had gone the extra mile in looking presentable, his sleeves already rolled, everything crisp and ironed and pretty. He could bathe in his growing superiority complex for hours, had he not been interrupted from his staring with- what vaguely seemed like a question. He rested his cheek on one of his hands, elbow against the table, and fiddled a bit with his ice water.
"Divided." he said, curtly, taking a sip of his water. "I've spawned some new sections- had a few babies, if you will." he giggled a bit. "Apparently my- sexuality crisis wasn't for naught, as I've recently developed a board exclusively for the discussion of gay rights." he shrugged.
"And how've you been, sweetheart?" he asked, looking up to find himself facing a rather pretty glass tea pot, with an almost red-orange tea inside. He thanked the waiter, and commenced pouring a cup for Higher Education, first. Really, this was his prime. Kids weren't at school, they were on 4chan. No one had studying to get in the way of their 'worship', and really- having Higher Education literally sitting across from him couldn't be doing him any good.