"Maybe in Dickens' time," Q says stoutly, laying down the knife and wiping his hands on his trousers. "But surely things are different now. People can be whatever they want." He looks vaguely disappointed and amused. "Shame. I would have paid extra to learn how to play whist." Q looks pleased. "Anything you say Severus." He picks up the last orange. "Just normal with this one, right?"