"Nothing special? Ha! A home-cooked meal is always special!"

Alastor snapped his fingers, and little flames began swirling about the different bits of crockery. However, the flames didn't burn either the food or the spider holding the tray. Very fine control. A trick that had taken weeks to perfect.

Alastor hummed as he waited for his food to heat.

"Besides, it'd be a crime to waste such a feast! And I'd hate to for your Nonna to find out and get on her bad side!"