He raises an eyebrow at her request, then looks around for something to throw. Because it, apparently, has to be done right.

Not that there's much, but he's able to nab an unused clipboard from the table and looks to the tree that had formerly been clicking over to those obnoxious pictures.

His aim is actually really good, which probably shouldn't be that much of a surprise. And it's not, to him. The "YEET!" could possibly have been louder, but he gives it as much welly as he can, being unfamiliar with the word.