Severus thinks, but does not say, that absolutely no one understood how Rodolphus and Bellatrix felt about each other, the more so as everyone had a fair idea how Bellatrix felt about Voldemort. "...Experiments," he says instead, on the premise that Rodolphus either ought to talk it out or will shake his head.
"I think it depends on how far down the wings they come from. Or possibly the age of the ostrich."
"It's mostly herbs and powders in the storefront. This isn't Diagon, after all."
"I haven't said anything," Severus protests mildly, still watching the men's horny fists with detached curiosity. "Your go."
Oh, foolish human. They already have. Was fun? Probably brown sugar, but not molasses, I don't think. It doesn't have that flat sort of tone to the flavor.