"Huh," Dave mutters, busying himself with bananas, syrup and honey. "I wouldn't eat the sausage here for all the tea in Greece."
"China," Chet corrects him, hunting for the cinnamon.
"Right. All the china in Greece." Dave deftly halves bananas and distributes them amongst plates. "We need the rum and Bol's," he reminds Chet.
"Them?!" Rincewind sags with relief, though he's careful to do it where he won't bump anything. "I thought you might want me to do it." He gives a jolly titter at the absurdity of such a notion.