Oh, what a perfect opportunity for a game. Alastor stood with a bounce in his step, bending over backwards, his head twisting around as if on a swivel.

"Where's the fun in simply being told? Hah haaaah! Come now, use that noggin, do a little digging - I've given you plenty of clues."

Standing himself upright with far too much pep in his step, he returned to the tea table and summoned a hot plate, humming to himself in delight as he set the tray of beignets on top to warm.