I've found if you fry it deeply enough, it all tastes fresh.
[words of advice from a long-abused customer of Ankh's many dubious food carts.
Rincewind barely needs to scan his own menu before he's already decided on something to eat. All this talk of fish has spurred a sudden craving for fish and chips, which sounds just greasy enough to soak up the schnapps swimming happily through his bloodstream.
Their waiter is character enough that Rincewind almost thinks to ask if the man's an imPort before he reads the shirt. And winces. And wonders if it's something in the water that turned these people, and worries if he'll need to start worrying for his own sanity. He supposes it's lucky he already has a psychiatrist on hand.]
Tea, if you'd - no, no, not that "sweet" kind, the hot kind. ...Ah, I see. Well. Just, er, just some water then. And the fish and chips, if you would.
[something knocks into his leg. Rincewind sends a glare down at the Luggage, then sighs.]
...And an extra basket of chips on the side, if you would. [damn cheeky box, it's getting entirely too use to being fed regularly. Although for that matter, so is Rincewind. If he keeps it up he might actually fill out to look like a normal person.]
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[words of advice from a long-abused customer of Ankh's many dubious food carts.
Rincewind barely needs to scan his own menu before he's already decided on something to eat. All this talk of fish has spurred a sudden craving for fish and chips, which sounds just greasy enough to soak up the schnapps swimming happily through his bloodstream.
Their waiter is character enough that Rincewind almost thinks to ask if the man's an imPort before he reads the shirt. And winces. And wonders if it's something in the water that turned these people, and worries if he'll need to start worrying for his own sanity. He supposes it's lucky he already has a psychiatrist on hand.]
Tea, if you'd - no, no, not that "sweet" kind, the hot kind. ...Ah, I see. Well. Just, er, just some water then. And the fish and chips, if you would.
[something knocks into his leg. Rincewind sends a glare down at the Luggage, then sighs.]
...And an extra basket of chips on the side, if you would. [damn cheeky box, it's getting entirely too use to being fed regularly. Although for that matter, so is Rincewind. If he keeps it up he might actually fill out to look like a normal person.]