[ He's been using his own before now, just prop it up a little on his ankles, and he's pretty sure he can manage it. Still, he hums a little - oh, right in the bowser? Neat? He nods as she offers it and then- oh, he should make a lame joke. ]

Oh, but my daughter just gave me her laptop, aren't I supposed to check all your emails and facebook messages to see all the untoward things now?

[ Not that he's making an effort to do that yet ]