A sphinx, liberated from the holding cell by the house elf rebels, casually cruised into the room and looked at the office workers. A moment passed and then it spoke:

"First think of a person who in kitchen stands,
Preparing your food with their finely skilled hands.,
Next tell me the the word for a time of no strife
Not difficult, no, but 'simple', your life.
Now string them together, and an answer give,
What thing will you give me if you wish to live?"


It looked at them expectantly.