Rincewind backs slowly through the door to the kitchen carrying a laden tray. He manages to avoid the back-swing of the as he turns himself around. He threads his way through the room, a determined expression on his face. The wand has been tucked back away. Rincewind reaches the table and sets down the tray with an audible sigh of relief. "Here we are gentlemen," he says with forced cheerfulness. "Now, who had the chicken?"