Triple-Bee quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing immediately in response. He pushed the tray of pastries towards her, gesturing for her to take one. Meanwhile, he took a sip of his hot chocolate and drew out his phone, responding to a couple texts before setting it down on the table, notably asleep.

[color=burlywood]"So, miss nameless, need any help? I'd like to think I have a good head on my shoulders, even if only for doing accurate Google searches, you know?"[/color]

He took one of the pastries- a little no-hole donut-looking thing, glazed with fluffy crust and chocolate icing- and took a bite, his grunts of appreciation (sliiiiightly overdone for her benefit and to encourage her) and nods of happy approval enough to say that he really quite enjoyed it. Shaking off his fingers a little, he wiped the crumbs off the table and gave her an apologetic, messy, crumb-laden smile.