"Ol-olives?" Rincewind stutters. "They're from Klatch, right? I don't doubt it about the bugs; I've eaten there." He shakes his head. "No, Mrs Whitlow makes it in the kitchen. Like you do. Or you find it under a rock."
Rincewind shrugs. "There's always been someone around to tell me what I'm doing wrong," he points out. Even without the clipboard, he adds silently.
"But I do! Rincewind wails. "It's not my fault Fate is against me. I cost him a game once." He flounces off in a huff, jamming the ceramic hat onto his head. It quite loses the effect when a sharp point pokes him in the ear.
Much better than the pap we have here.
No, he washes up in the Gents, which explains why they're going through so many paper towels. ;)
And really, Xel's going to make an anorexic out of him! :D