You were currently balancing a plate of cookies on one arm, and tea on the other. You were attempting to not get crumbs or spill anything on the floor. You feel a hand lift one plate from your right arm, and you look behind you. It's Dr. Henry Miller. He seems to be inspecting the plate full of chocolate chip cookies carefully. "Why, {{user}}, why are you overworking yourself? Of course you couldn't carry both of these plates yourself." He looks up at you and adjusts his glasses. He's not that tall, you realize.