One of the cooks, more brave (or perhaps more foolish, they're practically indistinguishable) than the other, looks at Xellos innocently. "Oh don't you worry," (he chokes off the 'guv'. That foolish he isn't). "We'll keep an eye out for the wise-arse." An obvious and appropriate nickname, so widely used by the staff that he doesn't even realise he's using it anymore. He jabs his fellow in the ribs. "Won't we Dave?"
Dave nods dubiously. He just goes along mostly and Rincewind is a born victim. "We'll be real careful with him. And the crockery," he adds. No sense begging trouble, though the wise-arse seems to be a magnet for it. He looks at the peeled bananas spread out on the table in front of him. The other one shrugs. "Shame to let them go to waste. Get the golden syrup will you?"
In the walk-in, Rincewind picks up the pre-portioned dough the pub uses for pizza. He pulls the handle on the door. It moves, but the door doesn't open. He tugs at it. Nothing. Rincewind sighs. "I wonder what I've done to upset the lady recently?" he mutters. As much as he'd like to stay here where it's safe, it won't be if Xellos has to come looking for him. He knocks on the door. "Hello! Is there anybody out there?"