They raise their glasses to Xel in salute and cheer. This is far more entertaining than they'd expected.
"OI!" Rincewind makes a grab for his hat.
He sits up, ignoring bumps and bruises (you can get used to anything after all) and reaches up to feel the hat. It's cool to the touch and not quite smooth. No sequins tumble off. Rincewind looks horrified. "Where's my hat?! he squawks. Two of the prep cooks exchange eye rolls. One leans over and mutters to the other. "Daft," is the only audible word.