"I'm not any good at stuff like that," Q laments. "That's why I'm always quoting films and songs and books and things. It's far easier for me to use someone else's words." He looks chagrined. "Er, I don't suppose I could use what you just said?"
Q just shakes his head, unable to keep from grinning.
Q dives for his papers and pen. He glances at the table and scribbles a couple of quick notes. His face takes on it's usual studious frown. He looks up at Severus, pen poised. "Whenever you're ready."
"Oh." Q sounds disappointed. He was looking forward to learning how to burn something that wasn't there.
Oh dear! *pats and offers tea and cookies* I'm sorry. Over soon?"