Fletcher hovered at the door between the kitchen and the dining room. Through the window, he could see Nos-4-a2 sitting at the head of the table, completely absorbed in whatever work he had on his tablet. Fletcher concentrated all his energy within himself to cloak his electrical output, blending into the background emissions of the house. Once he felt like he had things under control, he silently pushed the door open, approaching the table so as not to attract his father's attention.
Like a skilled burglar, he snuck one of the three power cells off the table. He grinned and turned his back on his father, but before he could make it very far, Nos-4-a2 plucked him out of the air and unceremoniously dropped him in the nearest seat.
"So nice you could join us for dinner. Please wait for your mother to arrive before you start eating," Nos hummed without looking up from his work.