He meets his look blandly. "Yes sir," he deadpans and stifles a yawn, pulling his feet up in the chair with him.

"Best of the best. All that." He waves a hand at him and spins in the chair before pulling up to the desk again with his laptop. He is not looking forward to retooling his entire plan for this. He really isn't. If only there was a convenient distraction. Some way he could procrastinate for a few -

"Snacks!" he says aloud, jumping to his feet.