Rus grins at him. It isn't much, but it's a start. "I'll want to replace what I use of course."
He mutters darkly to himself.
"Weeks!? Hah! Try spending fifteen years with them and then tell me if you feel the same way!" There is a wicked edge to his voice that isn't directed at Severus- it's just there.
"You reach a point where there's no real taste; just hot," Rus points out. "It's pub food Seth," he shrugs. "We're lucky it doesn't try to fly away." Alf bristles and Rus cocks and eyebrow at him. "You're welcome to try some if you think it'll help improve them," he offers. Alf demurs; he watched them being made and he knows how much cayenne went into them.
"I wanna see him try," T2 has finally regained control of himself and he's anxious to get back at Rus somehow.
T1 glares at him. "What'll we use for a blindfold then?" he demands, feeling his losing control of the situation. "Not one of the napkins." He picks one up. "Paper," he sniffs. "Yer couldn't tie it or nuffin."
Cookery isn't rocket science, but it is science. I have an apron with that on. I would love to read his random recipe jottings! So you'd be really healthy until the oleander and hemlock kicked in. ;) Thanks!