The bottle he had been holding was shuffled quickly into place to free up his hands. The mug was taken incredibly carefully--probably too carefully, but then, the first day in a Chives kitchen was a nerve-jangling thing unless you had been raised as a Chives.

"Is-- that allowed, sir?"

He suspected, if he weren't good enough to pick out the vanilla, he probably wasn't good enough to bring the Ace his food and drink.