"Like what? I know I led a rather sheltered life Severus, but I do read things." This time Q can't help himself and bursts out laughing. "That sounds like Renfield! Or someone from a Mel Brooks movie!" Q looks puzzled. "Ducks? Are you thinking of opening a Chinese take-away as well?"
"No." he says calmly, though his fist closes on the knife handle. "It's not precisely them I'm concerned with." He makes his fingers uncurl and sets the knife down next to the orange. The zest is in thin strips and the orange is intact. Q twitches. "I'm sorry. I'm not really familiar with the stuff. It wasn't even available when I was...well, you know." He waves a hand. "I'd be delighted to observe. Do you have all the ingredients you need?"