"Beata Livia," he mutters, thanking the goddess of poisoners for small mercies. "Yes, she's mentioned going there. Tutoring, she said. I confess to having trouble envisioning you in a pub, and deduce that either you're being sparing in your praise of muggle food or that there's nothing else in the vicinity you'd eat even if starving. What flavor of odd?"
Xel says hmph, and maybe he should tell Ivonka-san to let Lucius be Rincewind's trial customer!