"Oh, good," he says cheerfully, when he's put his apron away and finished preparing things for Ivonka to find all correct in the morning. He's had a long, tiring day, but it wasn't too much of a disaster. Not for him personally, anyway. "You didn't run away. That was intelligent. Come with me."
He leads Rincewind out into the parking lot, where a number of orange cones have been laid out, in a complex obstacle course, all fairly close to each other and topped with a big, cheerful beach ball. Several winding paths through the course are laid out in various bright colors of chalk. "For today, I'm just going to have you walk through the maze, Scraggly-san, without dropping any of the balls or," he brandishes three plates, "these."