all this (and love, too) (смешанная)

“Now remember,” Lucius is saying, “it’s salad fork, dinner fork, knife, soup spoon—”
Severus cuts him off. “If you mention utensils to me again, Lucius, I’m going to put an oyster fork through your damned eye.”
“You’d be better off with a butter pick,” Narcissa interjects, indicating its sharper edge with the tips of her fingers. Severus sends her a glare.
Or: A story of three.