Lennon had never figured out how stuff managed to appear from out of nowhere. Had TPTB discovered a way to pause time? Hell, maybe they'd been in there for two hours setting Felix's stuff up. It didn't make sense, but neither did many other things that happened.
He moved inside himself, making sure the door closed all the way as he paced himself to Felix's entrance, following just as slowly. "I can owe you for it another day," he said, keeping his voice low although thus far his experience with the mill was either nobody really being around or else lurking quietly in their rooms. Such a contrast to the lodge sometimes. Smirking, he added, "Remember that good is subjective. Some people love anchovies but I'd rather have a spider on my pizza." He was face to face with Felix now, albeit a little taller, and damn, did he somehow get better looking every time Lennon saw him? "I think you have fantastic taste," he murmured, quirking an eyebrow.