Vastly relieved by the reasonable tone, Rincewind jots that down, adding a bit of a flourish after the word 'potatoes'. "Very good sir. And what would sirs care to drink this evening? We have a very nice house Chardonnay," he closes his eyes and reads the memorised words off the display there. "A selection of ales and beers. Soft drinks (without ice, he assumes), tea, coffee or water."