"Have you a care for which sauce you want?" he asked, taking a small amount of meat on the plate. Not that it mattered what Crowley wanted--he was getting Texas-style a la Snape.

"Always found cornbread to be dry? I've never had it or made it before so I'm pleased to note you're giving my efforts a try. I'll know just how much to be concerned in the future should you have cause to complain again."

No one else had complained about the pot roast, smug, whining bastard.