"We're in a giant gingerbread house in the middle of a candy town. I'd say we've got plenty of ammunition."

Alastor snapped his fingers, summoning a rather large chunk of chocolate from what looked like a cuckoo clock shingle to them. He then hurled it into the furnace.

"It's not the first time I've dealt with a wood stove! Just the first I've dealt with where I was the wood! Ha!"