Severus tilts an eyebrow at him. "I suspect that's a taste that must be, if not actually acquired, then at least yearned for in childhood."
"But you could interact... the pre-trial cells are really solitary. I think I would have been in trouble if they hadn't been; no one but Himself quite knew what I was doing; I would have gotten it from both sides."
"That could be fun," Severus agrees, quite in earnest. "They make excellent quills until you want them, too, as long as you don't let the wrong ink get on the vane."
"I might make one to split," he concedes, somehow letting the whole other question just fly on by. "I daresay sales would up if the shop smelled of cinnamon and cardamom and rum rather than dried things."
Severus gives Bud and Lou, over the rim of his glass as he sips at it, an innocently-insolent-kitten look; the kind that runs, yes, I see what you did there, and I'm aware that you would for some reason understood only by yourselves like me to be intimidated; you have thus temporarily fascinated my mayfly's attention span with your illogical behavior, isn't that special?
(feeeeeears) Oh dear. Well, that's a point. But with Star Trek, I'm not sure there was a real reason to be trepidatious given us by the previews, except that it was a reboot... It's not chocolate-dark; is a nice medium-brown color.