"That's not my point at all," he says, a little sulkily. "Anyway, I doubt it was particularly lovely tea. It's highly unlikely they would have sent the colonies anything but dust and fannings."
"Pity," he says blandly. "You know, I'm really rather sorry he asked me about it." And then, "No, of course he didn't object. Everything was an expression of passionate devotion, naturally." He doesn't actually fold his arms, but, somehow, anyone not looking at him would get the distinct impression that arms are being folded. Possibly even people who are looking at him. "Quirinus."
"No, just one formula. It went into the juicer with the pumpkins, or however they do it."
"I wasn't," he says, scowling. "Not even after we'd been arguing so long Minerva started tapping her food. I won't even tell you where it wanted to put me. But," with an extremely nasty little shadow of a smile, "it proved convinceable in the end."
Not a huge mango fan, actually. And, yeah, I was leery too, but someone had it in their freezer, and it was good!