Q stares at him for a moment, impressed. Severus never ceases to surprise him. "That was very beautiful Severus. If the potions business ever plays up, you don't have anything to worry about."
He smiles shyly "I daresay some of them even felt sorry for me."
"Right!" He claps his hands briskly. "What need to be done now? Or do you do this part and I just watch?" He bows elaborately. "Whatever Monsieur would prefer." He tries for a French accent, and succeeds in that he sounds like Inspector Clouseau.
Q nods, looking rather sad. He knows about the cafe. "How do we go about it then?"
Sounds good to me! Excellent description! These things do happen. *pats* Don't worry about it.