“ i think someone switched the contents ”
“It would seem so…” He can’t keep the look of distaste off his face, staring into the container like its contents are going to jump out and attack him. “Did that little creature break into my bunkhouse just to steal my cocoa? Honestly. I would have given it to him had he asked…”
The priest sighs, gingerly fits the lid back onto the container, offers it to the other. “Would you like it? Free of charge. Coffee isn’t my cup of tea, so to speak.” And then he frowns, levels a very serious look at the youth. “And if you see the Informant--about here tall, blonde hair, smug little grin--let him know that I do not approve of this kind of deception. I am not mad, I am just disappointed.”










