Oh, you say that now. [his normal sarcastic, somewhat bitter humor, but the smirk on his lips feels brittle with the truth of it. Rincewind steps inside, looking around, and the Luggage goes trundling on past the both of them, somehow able to head with instinctual accuracy for the kitchen.]
...Quiet night? No "games" to be had or marching orders to pass out to the troops?
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...Quiet night? No "games" to be had or marching orders to pass out to the troops?