Q can't help a snort of amusement. He tips Severus the barest of winks.
Peeves and Myrtle; what a pair. Q shudders at the thought.
"There's quite a market now for specialty beers and the like Severus. You needn't cater to the masses if you don't want to."
Q listens politely, taking another sip of his drink. "That's true," he agrees, though this wasn't precisely what he meant, Severus never rambles for no reason though, so he can wait. "As a disinfectant, though it stings like the very devil. And extracts and the like are used extensively in cookery. But I don't know of a healer or doctor who'd go along with it's being worthless. To them, it's indispensable. But if you're trying to make me feel guilty about having a drink Severus, it won't work." Q smiles to take any sting from his words. "I've had several shocks to my system today and I feel I've earned it. I'm not going to end up dancing on the table, if you're at all concerned." He gives a sidewise glance and takes another drink.