Fletch chuckled. "Hey, you keep your secrets and I'll keep mine," he replied cryptically. "I've got you something good for Yule, though, don't you worry. So I'd better still be your number one man." As Kenna rounded on Theo, he took advantage of the distraction and quickly finished pouring his coffee. He held the mug by his side and out of her sight, though Neish got a front row seat to his tomfoolery. "Well, got to be moving on. Busy day and all. See you," he called, and before the cook could even register what was happening, he'd darted out the back and onto the grounds, coffee splashing out of the cup and onto the floor.
He waited until Theo emerged, clutching his prize and grinning like a fool. "Gives you a thrill, don't it?"