"All right," Rincewind replies doubtfully. "What on?"
With a sigh, he removes the plate and the hat. He gives the hat a little buff with his sleeve. Very gingerly, he sets the plate on his head. Slowly, slowly, he moves his hands away. It slips to one side and he grabs for it. Barely breathing, Rincewind sets his hat on the plate. It sort of sags there, looking like a deflated balloon. He gives Xellos a pleading glance, still clutching the plate. "Now what?" he asks plaintively.