Voldemort and the Stolen Recipe

Lord Voldemort's Royal Rat-Infested Residence

"You know," Voldy said to Wormtail that evening, "We really need a cool name for this place. Lucius has given his mansion the fancy title of Malfoy Manor. We can't just call our home 'Voldemort's house' or 'Voldemort's place'."
"Hmm, yes," Wormtail agreed.
They sat for a few moments thinking of names. Nagini came slithering in and settled herself on Voldemort's lap (although I don't know how a snake that huge wouldn't break his knees doing so).
"Riddle's Residence?" Wormtail suggested.
"Pretty good, it isn't quite as fancy as Malfoy Manor," Voldy nodded. "Although I don't like using my silly Muggle father's name, ick."
"Riddle's Ramshackle Residence," Nagini said.
"Too bad neither of us is named something that begins with 'h'," Wormtail said. "Then we could use 'hall'."
"Horror Hall?"
Wormtail snorted. "I don't know about that."
"Lord Voldemort's Royal Rat-Infested Residence," Nagini grinned.
"Technically Voldemort isn't royalty," Wormtail pointed out.
"Or Moldy Voldy's Mansion. Peter's Palace. No, Pettigrew's Palace!" Nagini continued. "What about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's Humble Abode?"
"Excuse me," Voldemort tapped her head. "It is MY palace. And it is not that rat infested. Haven't you eaten most of them?"
"Yes, I have," Nagini said proudly.
"Also, I am not going to say 'Moldy Voldy's Mansion'. What kind of name is that?"
"A good one," Nagini replied.
Stuck on names (and not helped by Nagini) and with nothing else to do, they soon went to bed.

The next morning they left for Malfoy Manor. Nagini accompanied them, as did the large bulge in her belly from the rats she'd had for breakfast.
"Urgh," Nagini mumbled, "I do not like Apparating."
They were shown in by a house elf.
"Please wait for my master, he will be here shortly," the house elf bowed to them. "Would you like anything to drink while you wait?"
"No," Voldemort said.
"No, thanks," said Wormtail at the same time.
Voldemort frowned at him.
"Good morning, my lord," Lucius soon came hurrying out of one of the many doors in the entrance hall.
"Hello, Lucius," Voldy said. "We are going to have a meeting here today."
"What time?" Lucius asked.
"In an hour," Voldy answered.
"I will get the meeting room ready," Lucius told him. "You are welcome to seat yourself by the fireplace," he gestured across the room to three leather couches. They, the fireplace, and an extra-expensive looking Persian rug were arranged between some carved marble pillars. A gleaming chandelier hung over them.
As Lucius left, Voldemort heard him mutter, "Can't ever give me a heads-up, can he? And he doesn't ever wear shoes, goodness sakes, and brings that awful snake with him everywhere..."
The Dark Lord shook his head pityingly. Poor Lucius couldn't see how lucky he was to serve He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Voldy amused himself for the next hour by looking at his reflection in a nearby wall mirror.