"I've got connections," he said, all faux defensively as he works the cap off the bottle (don't be too impressed, Chloe; it's a screw top). "What exactly do you think I'v been up to all month? Standing about with my thumb up my bum?"

He scoffs, tossing the cap over his shoulder - won't be needing that - and then sloshes two generous pours into the mug and the canister.