Ponders...watches Mordred sip his coffee with glee over his (temporary) victory, taps her finger to her temple deep in thought. Ok, no need to over think this, let's just do this the old fashioned way!
Walks over to Mordred with purposeful strides and grabs the win, giving his neck a playful bite and lick (have to return the favor...eye for an eye and all that!) Steps back, grabs his coffee and takes a sip..."Needs sugar."
Giggling she steps back and slips the win in her pocket, turning towards the door and whistling a happy tune on her way out.