Rus nods. "I wonder how difficult it would be to make all that snow," he muses. "Well," he grins, "that's certainly a novel way to dispose of a corpse. Thanks." His face twists. "Literally, I hope?"
"Mission accomplished then," he says rather curtly.
"You bet with yourself about stuff like that?" Rus looks incredulous. "Couldn't you just change it if you wanted to?" He shakes his head. "Was not. See, as a good waiter, he knew you didn't want another drink, so he didn't ask. But now," another glance around the room, catching the waiters eye and holding up two fingers, he points to Severus and himself.