"Not specific enough," Rus answers promptly. "After all," he waves his hand around, "you could just be waving away a fly."
"And some of us act as if we aren't, even if we are." Rus makes a disgusted chuffing noise and hides the twinkle with a bit of fog that resembles cigarette smoke.
"Doxies look more like insects," Rus tells him. "To the unthinking any way. Pixies are a deuced nuisance." He shrugs. "It is for pub food," he agrees. "But I've not heard of most of that stuff he mentioned anyway. What was it? A nacho? What in Merlin's name is a nacho?"
The door to the kitchen swings open and Alf marches out bearing a steaming platter. He heads for Rus and Severus and sets it down on the table with their drinks. "Here y'go," he says affably. "A double order of wings, extra hot." He's smiling, but there's an anticipatory gleam in his eyes. When he said extra hot, he meant extra hot. There are bets on in the kitchen about this. Rus looks at the wings. "Red bones," he says. "They look like red bones." He picks one up gingerly and takes a bite. He chews thoughtfully and notices Alf leaning forward and holding his breath. "Piquant," he remarks. "Not bad at all actually." He takes another bite. "I don't know that you'd want to try them though Severus." His eyes aren't even watering and Alf sighs with disappointment. They'd even put in extra cayenne.
'Fraid so. *pats* Guy across the street and down one already has his lights up. :( Not bad, just busy busy!