"A jar." He shows its size with his hands. Severus's hand-length to height ratio demonstrates that his tendency to skip meals originated while he was still growing.
"You could, but I don't think they'd react by using the scythes."
Severus looks at him for a moment, and then extracts a flask of blue liquid from his cloak and pours out a dose, which he thrusts at Rus. "You drink this now," he directs firmly.
Just to make a point, Severus looks at the plate with interest, as though he hadn't heard before about their being hot, and tries one. He makes a face which is disgusted with overtones of bored, mutters, "Cayenne, good god, there are such things as real peppers in this world," and washes the taste of the powder-based sauce out of his mouth with a drink of scotch. "Your roll, Rus."
How about one made with dark cousins of peppers? >:D YAY! (keeps them crossed) ...Will try?