"Dibbler? Dibbler?" Rincewind mutters. "Dibbler can only mean one thing." He looks at Xellos. "Sausage? This is about not eating sausage isn't it? Telling him," he jerks a thumb in the general direction of the kitchen, "not to eat it, right?" It is. He's remembered. Rincewind sags with relief. "Is that all. Not to worry." He steps almost jauntily to the kitchen, carefully opens the door and peeks in. He shouts something inside and a sarcastic sounding answer comes back, along with a sort of 'splot' sound which may be a banana hitting the door near Rincewind. "All set!" he returns to Xellos, beaming. "I told him. Eating sausage can be dangerous. Especially where I come from." He looks around. "Er, you said something about getting the next customer?" His eyes are drawn to the nine-foot tall, extremely scary looking person. "It's him, isn't it?" he asks through suddenly numb lips.