Theo's usual grin widened as Sam commented on his speed. "That's what makes me good at it, friend."
But he raised an eyebrow when Samuel questioned the game further. "Now, that would make me a scoundrel, wouldn't it? I assure you, the ball is there. If not, well then, the game would be rigged."
If there was an ironic twinkle in Theo's eye, well, a little irony never hurt anyone. He stopped the cups, letting the three of them rest in a line in front of him and flourishing his hand over them. "What do you say? Do you hear our princess calling out to you?"
can't say good morning without lying twice
