Artichokes III: The Story Continues

Here's the third and final part of my Pureblood Dinner Party From Hell story.

The story so far: Hermione has sat through a long and ghastly pureblood dinner party in an attempt to ingratiate herself with her upper-class fiance's family. Now she is faced with a living, breathing artichoke, which she is supposed to kill with her bare hands. Can she go through with it?

As before, all feedback of any kind is much appreciated.  In particular, I'm hesitating between two titles: should I call this story "Supper with Snakes" or "House of Flying Artichokes"?

( Here be rioting artichokes, a brief meeting of minds over chocolate and a Gypsy's warning from an upexpected quarter )