Theo paused, glanced down and quirked an eyebrow to realize his left arm had suddenly acquired a new attachment. Blinking a bit, he swallowed the brew in his mouth and chuckled, putting a hand over hers and squeezing her fingers in turn.

"Nothing earth-shaking, promise," he assured her. "Henry Weiderman had marbles up his nose." A short, sharp sigh. "Again."