He sighed slightly, rolling his eyes. “No.” Severus replied bluntly, although she probably knew what his answer would be before he even said it. As much as he hated the idea (when it came to anyone, not strictly Pandora), she knew him well. Severus chose to take her comment as a compliment - being a good storyteller might be a bit superfluous, but it wasn’t a bad thing. He liked books, after all, and had a respect for anyone who could weave a tale, although he had never counted himself among them.
“Potions, yes.” He replied, somewhat distractedly as he helped himself to the offered biscuits. Severus was hungrier than he realized, having been too busy most of the morning to even consider stopping to eat. As soon as it hit his lips, his stomach growled and he frowned, waiting until he was done chewing to answer her, but chose to ignore the first half of her question. “Of course I’m not teaching from the books, they’re useless.” He narrowed his eyes at just the thought. No, there was a reason he put the instructions on the blackboard every lesson - if someone was going to claim he had taught them, he didn’t want his name dragged through the mud because they were making bad potions. “Oh, please. Black couldn’t make a decent potion if you Imperiused him.”
Pandora chuckled, not expecting anything less than his answer. It was just in good fun to request it in case he felt oddly charitable. In any case, it was a good way to see if he was feeling like himself or not. Though, judging from how his stomach reacted, she figured he was neglecting his needs. “...Do you want me to bring out some lunch, Severus? I have plenty to share, and I believe your stomach is alerting you that you’re depriving it. You should really take better care of yourself, darling. I won’t always be around to offer aid.”
She merely waved her hand to have the lunchbox she kept in her desk set itself up. Given the abundance of food she had around the house to accommodate her guests, she had plenty of tea sandwiches, not to mention a few moon cakes she had prepared in preparation for the coming New Year. “Depends, am I the one who cast the spell on him? If it’s me, I believe he’d do quite well.” She smiled sheepishly, pushing the plate full of food toward him. “The mooncakes are purple yam, I hope that isn’t a problem. I wanted to do a new flavor since it’s the first year I’m celebrating the New Year married.”
