Rincewind emerges from the kitchen pushing a small trolley. He wheels it slowly across the room, managing to avoid chairs, tables and peoples feet. His face is determined but his eyes are still wide with anticipated horrors. He comes to a stop at Lucius and Severus' table. "Sirs," Rincewind says quietly. He removes Lucius' glass and replaces it with another, clean one. He sets a bottle in front of him. There is a raven on the label. "Would sir like me to pour?" His voice only trembles a little. He turns to Severus. "Your tea things sir." A cup and saucer, tea ball and a small wooden tea caddy are set before him. A pot perched atop an alcohol burner completes the set. Rincewind pats his pockets theatrically. Finding what he wants, he pulls out a packet of sulfurous yellow matches. "Please allow me sir." He bends over and makes to strike a match. His hands are trembling just a bit more than his voice. As he bends a bit farther, you can see the clamps that now hold his hat to his ears. And if you look back at the kitchen, it is just possible to make out a form looming menacingly behind the glass. You can even see the rolling pin.