"It's only right. It won't be like the fish," he grins wickedly.
"I'll think of something," he says ominously, taking the glass.
"I'm not going back," Rus tells him flatly, drawing in on himself like he's about to pounce. "I'll destroy the world first."
Rus shrugs. Taste is a matter of, well, taste to him. He's long ago become accustomed to the fact that his differs from others. "It's hardly my fault you have an over-active imagination," he remarks innocently.
"I've got one, but it's not big enough," Rus pulls it out of his pocket. "And I'm not using one that I don't know where it's been." He sneers at T2.
"Here, just close your eyes," T1 tells him, glaring at them both. "But," he stabs a finger at Severus, "it's your turn. Don't close your eyes." He crosses his arms across his chest.
I highly recommend the books What Einstein Told His Cook, 1&2 by Robert Wolke. Oh drat! Don't confuse the allspice with the pepper. OOH! You could do something with potato eyes. It won't kill her but it'll make her awfully sick. I appreciate that!