And the food bars were offering a seasonal mince pie and coffee combo, which (correct me if I'm wrong) has never before happened in the history of half-time snackery at Stamford Bridge.
But little pleased was she on finding that it consisted of mince, served up in a dish so shallow that she could scarcely, with her long slender bill, pick up enough to satisfy a sparrow!
Mrs. Weasley had sent him a scarlet sweater with the Gryffindor lion knitted on the front, also a dozen home-baked mince pies, some Christmas cake, and a box of nut brittle.
No simple feat, good, it required piping the forced meat into an extruder, dropping the noodles into an immersion circulator, then cutting each noodle by hand.