Someday, Alistair will figure out how to appropriately bribe Cabot into getting in on his plan to beat Cullen at chess. Someday.

Today, though, he will just stare at Cullen's drink longingly as he carries it over to the table -- it smells so good -- and behave himself: no switching, no stealing, no nothing until it's safely in front of Cullen.

"It's your lucky day," he says, settling in with his own (far inferior) ale.