Rincewind blanches at the smile. He's seen smiles like that before and they never, ever boded well. For anyone. He snatches up the bottle of rum, holding it to his chest like a shield. "SSSSS...," he manages to get out. He turns and flees for the kitchen, for once going so fast that the swinging door doesn't have a chance to punish him for his effrontery in using it. Rincewind returns almost immediately, again going so quickly he beats the doors backswing, carrying the crust on a peel. "Bring that back!" can be heard faintly through the door. "There's more stuff coming out of the oven!" Rincewind skids to a stop in front of Xellos, the crust sliding almost but not quite off the peel and onto the floor/grill/Xellos.
No worries. I sort of feel the same way about rum. ;)