"Depends on what sort of fruit you get," Rodolphus comments absently, inspecting his plate.
"Wait!" He commands. Taking up his knife, he cuts into his steak. Red juices ooze out and he nods reluctantly. "It looks all right." But he looks almost comically disappointed. "That's all?!" He asks Lucius and Severus incredulously. "What about our display of magic?"