Every one of the courses could almost have been chosen with Severus' tastes in mind: he'd enjoyed the meal so much that for once he'd actually eaten more than half of what he'd been served.
Fortunately, almost everyone there knew him well enough to expect him not to be a scintillating social butterfly, or even a slightly fluttery social moth. So as the evening drew on to the dessert course, he'd been relieved to find himself confined to fielding a few polite comments.
Now he toyed with his glass of Dom Perignon - delighted to find it was the genuine article, not the transfigured cack they served at those ghastly weddings.
He raised his glass in toast to Astoria and Draco. "Delightful," he murmured to Astoria. "You've outdone yourself, under exceptionally trying circumstances."