...So far. [and he's asked quite a few. Part of him is so homesick he'd be happy just to have someone else to complain with about how poor Dibbler's sausages are.]

[the offer surprises him - the kindness of it - and he frowns for a second before ultimately waving a hand.]

No. No, er - thank you, but I will have to make it home at some point tonight. Presumably. [as unpleasant as the sobering-up process is, slow-going and full of recent memories he needs to get busy on repressing, there's no point in passing out next to a child's ball pit.]

But... perhaps another night might be all right. [even if Rincewind doesn't quite believe her promise. Why would a woman just ask to go drink with him without an ulterior motive? Makes no sense.]