"Mochiron*," he smiles, tipping the table a cheery wink and salute, and then turns the smile (suddenly unaccountably darker!) on Rincewind. "And now, Scraggly-san, before you service the next table, what was the second thing on your list which has been on it for five minutes now and which you assured me** you could remember?"
That was the higher probability, but there was always a chance that common sense would scorch it on his brain in letters of FIYAR!