Nodding his agreement in regards to the tea, Kingsley chuckled at the idea of having anything interesting, let alone secretive in his kitchen cupboards. "Aurors," he said, pursing his lips in a mysterious fashion. "You never know what we've got tucked behind the muesli."
The closest thing to contraband in any bit of the kitchen was snacks from the Weasley twins' shop. If she were to attempt to rifle through the shed, his bureau, his nightstand, Kingsley might lift a hand to halt her, but in some ways he enjoyed the way Hestia invaded his space.