Aw, hell. He panicked for a moment, but, of course it was in the bag. He pulled it out and showed her, rattling it a bit so that she could hear the water sloshing inside. He made a show of opening it and taking a long drink as he handed her the blues and greens. "You're the one with the artistic eye, honey," he told her, zipping up the bag, just as his cigarettes fell from his pocket.

He scrambled to pick them up, hoping she hadn't noticed.