"I don't believe he stole the milk. He's such a child..."

Mary pokes her head in the fridge, and yes, all the milk is gone.

"Come in, it's safe now. I can't offer you tea... Wine?" She sees the look on his face. "Oh dear. Look, don't worry about it, he's always like that. Oh. I should flick John a warning text."

She comes back into the living room carefully carrying two glasses and a bottle of wine, and pats the sofa next to her.