A rogue brewer, the lad was. Tsk, one to keep an eye on then. Or one to avoid, depending on whether his mouth dropped words like 'Illegal' or 'supply', as much as Fred's.
"Keep him that way," Eileen cautioned. "None of us want the attention."
Her grip on Fred's shoulder was softer now. She squeezed once. Let go. "Let me know if he goes looking, I'll put out a word."