"So," he shrugs. "I know what I'm getting you for Christmas." Grin.
"We certainly didn't have the numbers for a direct confrontation." As was so patently obvious. "And he would have been," Rus says earnestly. "He was very powerful and cunning." He sighs.
T2 sneaks a glance at T1, who scowls at him and then turns away. Sighing, T2 nods. "Damn!" Rus mutters. "I never get to have any fun!"
Rus takes the hint (but not the napkins) and wipes his mouth on his sleeve. He presses his lips together at looks anywhere but Severus and the dartboard to keep from collapsing with laughter.
T1, oblivious to the display and the reaction, just sighs. "All right," he concedes. "Just let me make a few phone calls. We'll have to go somewhere else. This place is too public. Any objections?" Ordinarily, he'd ask that menacingly, but he's smart enough to know he's met his match.
How about habanero truffles? Good! I've passed the idea along and it's under advisement. We just have to find a brisket, no easy task around here. :( You could even use pecans instead of walnuts. I seem to recall a chocolate pecan pie recipe from somewhere.