"How else?" Q asks smiling. "I got a book. About Norse mythology when I was four."
"Well," he says cautiously, "I do sort of know what he would have offered you. In a general sort of way." He swallows. "And...you're not really one to want to share your thoughts. I wouldn't pry Severus. Not with you." He closes his eyes briefly. "And you have to die to get away from him."
"Oh there's lots," Q says earnestly. "I wonder if I could catch one?" He scratches his nose, thinking. "Really?" He's rather surprised to hear that. "They weren't the sort of family that encouraged such feelings that I ever heard. Though I didn't know Regulus. He was," Q coughs, "overshadowed by his brother. And by being a Black." He's pleased that Severus is pleased. He intends to be very vigilant where Sirius is concerned.
OOH! Now I have to try making chocolate chip matzos! Hmmm...*runs for the Joan Nathan cookbook* I'll let you know how that goes.