"Thank you, I am aware," he drawls, amused. "Of course, you can slip opium into it. And all sorts of other things. And there were no end of Profitable Examples not to turn out like."
He shrugs. "Shouldn't think so. One has to start studying the harp bloody early, for one thing. No doubt he made more than one over the course of his life, though."
"Oh, ha," he replies, making a face. "Count yourself fortunate to be an unholy terror. Trelawney, yes, made a hash of Divi at Hogwarts for years while chronically sozzled on sherry; you may have heard me complain of her. Confuses a set of enormous jinxed spectraspecs for the Inner Eye. Despite occasional appearances to the contrary, has said something useful exactly never."
"Well, it is very useful," he allows, sniffing the forkful appreciatively while performing the usual checks (after all, it was sent to them, they hadn't asked for it). "More likely that the expanded spice palette has crowded it out; bitterly metallic haylike honey isn't a terribly popular flavor." Checks finished, he tries the bits of pasty, and looks pleased. "Oh, not meat, though," he protests, "surely? Cacao, yes, but actual chocolate?"
In Ireland, anyway... hee! Ok, then! Severus used to more-or-less like Sibyll, at least as a lightweight chewtoy, before Q started writing poetry to her, you know. ;p