Severus looks for a moment at the food in front of him, a muscle in his temple twitching, his face a still mask of restrained incredulity. "You have given me," he says slowly, "rice in broth, a fruit salad with cut-up hard-boiled eggs in, and no soup." His eyes slowly track up to Rincewind's face, completely expressionless. Just as slowly, he turns to Lucius. "It seems our illustrious servitor has an affinity for pumpkins," he says conversationally.