"I cannot agree or disagree yet, until you expand on your definition of happiness," Al echoed, his face neutral. "It's the first time I've heard it defined in such a way."
Al's eyebrow lifted. "Counterclockwise spiral, starting from the center and outwards until you reach the rim, in carefully spaced loops formed by tracing the letter 'e' backwards with the index and middle finger of my dominant hand. Prior stress is not required but the cast iron has to be warmed before seasoning to absorb the oil. That was a very personal question but yes, occasionally we may share the task and engage in conversation."
He didn't say anything else on the subject. "The spiders aren't mine, they belong to themselves. Their cobwebs serve as potions ingredients, they are excellent at eliminating moth infestations, and Septimus is better at lacing my bootlaces than I am." Al shrugged. "Must be the spider silk."