Daniel opts to set the cup down the chair's arm as well and makes an effort to carefully ignore it.

"It's the principle of the thing," he says, reining back his wry frustration and reshaping it into something a little more delicate. "I tend to be a little wary of gifts if they happen to be Satanic in origin, dream constructs notwithstanding." That includes the wi-fi. Daniel will only concede to using it once, and that was when he realized that in the effort to lose his conversation partner, he'd managed to get himself completely lost.