Rincewind gets ready for his shift in silence, ignoring the 'accidental' pokes and bumps. He ties on his apron, half-listening to speculations and sniggers about Ivonka's whereabouts. When he starts taking plates out to customers he tries very hard not to speculate about what's on them. A table of rowdies on holiday gives him an order. He sighs and trudges over to Xellos. "Table eight (it would be eight) wants to know if you can do a banana and sushi pizza. It might be a joke," he adds hopefully. The tables occupants are grinning in their direction.