[something about a stick-thin man in a pointy hat doesn't inspire the same level of intimidated response from the crowd that Six does. The wizard is happy to scurry along behind him because of this, taking advantage of the path the warrior cuts. One or two people shout when the Luggage passes (we all know who the real celebrity is here), but Rincewind wears a grin like a shield and shoves off the few attempts at interaction with a clipped "Sorry, sorry, must be going".

Rincewind breathes a little easier once they're both outside, just two completely odd fellows having an afternoon out, nothing to see here.]

I assure you, whatever they serve - I've eaten worse. [a cheerful little brush-off, far less concerned by the gaudy sign and the name that looks like it was put through several different internet translators. He pats Six on the shoulder before striding off for it.]

As long as they've got something soaked in grease, I expect I'll be happy. - Ah, and from the smell of things...

[a smell which is so much stronger once he opens the door. Rincewind rubs his hands together, happy to seat himself in one of the ridiculously-patterned vinyl booths.]

I'm sure they'll have fish of some sort for you, if that's the concern.

[absolutely serious.

Because... cat person.]