"Venison? Squab? Are you offering to provide me with a steady stream of wild game?" Snape rolled his eyes, the knife in his hand quivering slightly. "Do you have an issue with honest, nourishing food that you don't have to drown in pungent spices to stand the taste of?" Shaking his head, he smiled unpleasantly. "If you want Indian I'll make you Indian." His vindaloo, in fact, had been banned from Hogwarts as a hazardous substance and could strip the varnish off a polished wooden table.