"Oh?" Severus asks with idle curiosity, buttering another slice. He's so rarely hungry like this when there's food to be had; it feels good, in a way--opulent. "What do you think's under it?"
"Going well," he admits, frowning. He's been getting more orders than he can comfortably manage from Minerva's spare room, in fact. "I may have to expand. Looking for work?" he inquires--half in jest, but only half.