Bloody hell. You don't have to look so smug about it. It's an easy mistake. And you aren't even going to let me keep me coffee. [Which, let's be real, is the worst part. He's so offended by her coffee stealing.] See if I ever nick you anything from the vending machine again. You wouldn't catch our Finley rubbing his French in, and he's got himself a GCSE in it.

[Just as well he has another coffee on standby. He retrieves his previous cup, which was just as good and did not have fairy spit in it no matter what his counterpart told him.]