a life lived rigorously

All right,” Sirius says, after only a moment’s deliberation. “Eggnog, then. Noggy eggs. Eggs that are somewhat Renogged.”
“We will have food poisoning,” Remus murmurs.
“We will have egg noggining,” Sirius corrects.
“Pardon,” Remus says. “We will be nogged by your eggs.