Heteronormativity-san, agitated: Look what he’s doing! Sleep-san bought a drink from the vending machine and brought it in!
*Sleep-san is sitting at the other end of the table, drinking a can of coffee and looking grumpily at the menu on the wall.*
Me: – oh, yeah.
Heteronormativity-san, with great indignation: You don’t do that! You buy the drinks here!
Me: But he did! He has great power.
Heteronormativity-san: Yes, he did it…
Me: He plays by his own rules.
Heteronormativity-san, very unhappily: Oh, he does?
Maybe there are very strict rules about not doing this in Belgium, I don’t know.
(This conversation was actually in English, because Sleep-san doesn’t speak it.)