"I'm trying not to remember that, thank you," Severus tells him, gloomily. "I know who my replacement was." More brightly, he lets his eyes flick to T1 and says, "That was fun..."
"I could try a jar with mustard and paprika," he offers. "I don't know if you can really have pickled devilled eggs, but it could be an interesting experiment."
"I did," he agrees, smugly. "I left him enough face to try again with." Eyebrows raising, he drawls, "Are you joking, or what House do you think I'm from? No takers! But we can try it if you like--" with the barest suggestion of a wink, "just for fun."
Agreeably (and because he is a complete swot), "All right. 3... 5... 8... 13... 21... 34."
Yes! And they don't take up your body for nine months and your entire life and finances for eighteen years. Which is, in the current economy, revised upwards to around 26, btw, albeit with a pause for college. Awww. I can see why, though; he's in enough danger of being typecast already. Even more of a problem; Alec Guinness was displeased enough about having his reputation linked to a cult movie the first time; Heath Ledger might actually have said yes.